Sometimes I miss the times I had when I was unemployed. When Tula was still alive. I wasn't able to sleep in because of her. But I could arrange my days how I like. And all those fantastic walks with Tula in the woods and green land seeing the growth and fading of nature in the different seasons. I had more peace and security then I have now.
Now there's no Tula, no daily walks, no living into the day.
Sometimes I think every day is a fight. But it isn't. I just have to give in and see. See that the nature is still out there to enjoy, that all that material safety I'm longing for is nothing worth. I can't feel, see, taste, hear, enjoy more with being wealthy.
I am wealthy, because I am able to use all my senses and because I am (more or less) healthy.
9:48 am - May 18, 2009
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