It occurs to me, quite frequently these days, how good my life actually is. I frequently am complaining (and even whining) about my problems, my difficulty with doing some things that I would much rather like to do, yet that is literally the worst of my life.

It is quite a curious phenomena that which we are discussing today. One of those strange happenings of the universe that science cannot explain with its current tools.

I proud myself in being the right proportion between introverted and extroverted. I am at ease talking to new (and not so new) people and I do get energy form it, but I also enjoy my time alone quite a lot.

The road of life is infinite. It stretches out into the horizon like in those pictures of American highways in the desert.

Ever so often I go out with friends for evening that stretch into the small hours of the morning, full of laughter and cuddles.