Sometimes I feel like I would like to stay in the shower forever and let all my responsibilities follow the water down the drain, letting time pass and enjoying the heat of the water slowing down my pulse and calming me down.

After a while my hands turn old and it strikes me that I’m losing time. I would never survive in a state where I let time go by without controlling it. Getting older without creating new memories. My time is what I make of it, and after all these responsibilities follows space that one gets to fill with goodies of preference. Some watch tv, some go shopping, some hang out in pubs, I travel.

Applying that to my current situation; after a whole day of working, reading this book, studying and doing that presentation tomorrow – I’m off to Barcelona.

And all is good :)

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