I applied for one or two positions, decided to camp at a café and write, but the blues were here to haunt me.
All these things, people who don’t like my behaviour, insecurity, instability and insanity: how to find some space away from it and have some fun?
Because if we don’t have fun, what on earth are we doing here?
The birds sing, the bees whatever, the … I need to find the song that explains it all very well.
In other words, first we need some fun and then, we can be responsible.
Or maybe I say so because I don’t have children to take to school and who would suffer malnutrition if I forget about feeding them.
A friend of mine told me today that those who can forget practicalities are the children. Anybody else, even the richest on this planet have to deal with them. So, if you grow up you get attacked by the practical side of life.