We’re busy. We have work, school, food to cook, clothes to wash. And then we go to bed and we can’t sleep because someone didn’t call us when we wanted. Because we suddenly feel sad at some words we have heard. Then we fall asleep and the cycle goes again.
Before I will jump into the subject: I have quite a big dilemma. The number of pictures I have and things to tell about what happened is too much so I will make four or five parts of this (haven’t decided yet). First one and this one is already up, there will be few more from Mallorca and last one from Ibiza, where we went during our stay. Maybe in between, I will post some other type of post, I will see.
It’s almost ridiculous how much you can change in one year. Your view on life, relationships, money, religion. Everything can be changed. So did I.
How often do you find yourself unhappy and lost, comparing yourself to others or just don’t noticing what you have? We all do that.
As I mentioned in post about traveling, I’m away in Palma de Mallorca, and unfortunately I didn’t have time to schedule anything for this day. So this one won’t be too long, just couple of thoughts around the subject.
I was meant to write about this topic ages ago, but this one of those articles that takes a lot of thinking through. And for a quite long time, I didn’t have work myself, so I couldn’t even touch upon it.
We’re living in an era that’s completely possible to live your entire life in one small or big city, without leaving its borders. But why some of us refuse that facilitation and decide to cross the city and our borders?