“The time is now, even if it is in the middle of the night, but if it feels right, simply, write” Gun Roswell
Sometimes it is right to just be awake, when others sleep, because your mind is in to deep of it all, the worlds created and destroyed, inside the very head of your own, and just because the timing might be bad, throwing away ideas popping up so vey sad or glad?
Well, simply not an option, as the very concoction, can soon be read online, and whether it is fine or not?
“Life, well, it is a funny thing, life, isn’t it. Just filled with all kinds of surprises, mostly never good, but yeah, guess it’s all good“ Gun Roswell
Life is full of ups and downs
The never ending rollercoaster, which some of us, call life, the never ending circle of ups and downs, mostly those kinds, making most of us frown, as where the ups are concerned, there is usually several more downs coming in return.
Never trust a smiling cat, nor an up at that, because you’ll know it’s gonna come with a payment, which oh so totally burns!
“The mood, ever changing, by the day, by the hour, even by the second, as yes, I am really that moody!” Gun Roswell
The mood of the day
The mood, something which sometimes, really should, not be effecting anything, but unfortunately, more often times, it goes completely out of control, like it totally has a mind of its own and during those times, well, not even a smile will get you off the hook, when a great big booboo had been left out of the locked hideaway, deep inside the mind’s eye, and even acting all quiet and nice with a great big wide smile will cover for the mood swings and the following rough words flying out the pit of the stomach and right through the big mouth and this is where it all goes totally south, as everything said will always sound too loud and so, there is really nothing making one feel proud, the moody blues, will make you totally lose your dignity and whatever else, and so, thanks to the mood swaying every which way, there is no use in one place stay as nobody wants to see those kinds of things happening, the moods soon unwrapping your true self, but in the end why dwell, we all use those moods as an excuse for bad behaviour, and so, let them all out, even if totally loud, as sometimes most of us need to not behave.
“Procrastination be thy name, or at least that could easily be my name” Gun Roswell
So many things to do, so little time?
There is always something on the to do list, that something or actually many such things, which seem to forever exist, remaining undone for a any kind of reason or just the one, which could easily be as excused with the lack of time. Alas, the simplest answer is incorrect because there totally is something I need to confess. The reason behind not completing these many tasks, which constantly are haunting on that damned list from the distant past is quite simple and nothing to make me at least laugh, as the ugly truth finally is revealed, I am feeling no less healed. But here goes, as I am trying some truth here unfold. So, the reason as to why some of the tasks on my eternal todo list always remain undone, is this. I really, really don’t want to do them. I am sick and tired and completely fed up to the hilt of having all kinds of chores waiting for me whenever there is even one single slot of any kind of free time left from the regular daily grind. I simply want some slack time and maybe after when I’m feeling fine, I can try, to finish the list!?
“Sometimes things just fall down the drain and there is nothing to do except to flush the toilet and start again” Gun Roswell
When it all gets just a bit too much, and such, when even waking up, is a complete and utter chore, the bore of the day ahead just won’t do its thing, the moment when waking up and wanting to happily sing, just like in the movies, but who needs to be chipper all the time, especially during those times, when all is not fine and the feeling of blues, simply keeps on going, and even if saying it out loud sounds boring, that is simply the way, it is. All of it, the feelings, the power, the ol’ muscles, completely drained, like a fake battery you bought from a dollar store, fading really fast, only hoping the sensation too long won’t last, at leas, that is the goal, to get past, this sinking feeling, literally being in a sink and falling hard and deep down that curving drain, to be sucked down together with all that dirty water, and then finding oneself in the sewage with the rest of the discarded and disdained. But hey, maybe I will make some friends when down there!
Our household effects (HHE) arrived last week. As anticipated, it was insane. As in: defying the laws of physics. No way was it all going to fit in this house! (No photos, as I’ve been told several times that they are “triggering” for some expats…) So, for the last several days, we’ve been making even […]