I read blogs, contemplate on life, postpone work I’ve to do. Time is 21.58. My neighbours smokes pot. Third joint this evening. I am happy. My life is, complete – sort of at least. Yes I want things, and adventures, and people, and mini mes in my life I don’t have at the moment. But to be fair, the things one miss is mostly made up of habits. The habit of a goodnight text, or walking up next to ones significant other, the habit of drinking beer with friends, the habit of playing games. And so on. All habits can be replaced.
I don’t know, I don’t really need bad habits in my life. But I love to care, and invest all my head, heart and soul into what I’ve in front of me – be that a person or a project. I want it all.