There it is. The sun. It’s morning, I woke up an hour ago, had breakfast and made a persimmon smoothie. Almost a miracle, because I prefer to stay in bed and sleep.
The world is beautiful and ugly at the same time.
I want to go out and never go out at the same time.
I see the sun, it looks beautiful, but at the same time, it’s too distant, and I can’t get myself to enjoy it, or go out, and experience it.
Everything is full of contradictions.
I stare outside through the window. Slowly the world comes alive, even on a sunday. In the corner of my room, there’s my longboard. Unused, for quite a while. I still like it though. I don’t use it, because I’m not that good, and people here look. It’s not a reason, yet it’s the perfect reason not do to it. Why is that so difficult, just to go out and ignore everything around and just enjoy?
Practice means getting better. Exercise means better in shape.
I’ve been gaining weight I think, since lately I haven’t moved much, though my wish was to exercise more, and have more move moments. I guess that failed.Something’s locking me up.
I should go out. I.