Lately, I've been having many days of non-existence. I get carried away within my totally useless thoughts about nothing, until something nicely brings me back to life. And it is then, in that very moment, that my orbit shakes and flash news! J'existe.

Suddenly I feel guilty for all of those seconds that've been absent. I know, everyone gets carried far far away sometimes, but this little travels of mine have been very recurrent in the past ... time. So much, that sometimes I wonder if it is similar to being dead. Not that I'm eager to know yet (mais comment tu dis, on sait jamais) but I wonder about that moment of pause in which I seem to stop but the world doesn't.

And as I type I remember. Of course is not the first time me and my mind are found in this kind of travels. It is only the frequency that has changed. I remember being stressed and deciding to get down of the world for five minutes. Nowadays my mind doesn't seem to wait for my order. It just flies away ... maybe I'm continuously stressed...and as I think an ew I innerly shout an Eureka!



octubre 20, 2016