Le mieux du monde

Where is THE place to be?
"Things happen because you make them"

I have been having a bad week, so bad that my eyes are swollen and I keep feeling pain on various parts of my body. I think I am getting a fever – this is what I have been telling people when they see me looking fucked up and ask me what’s wrong.

I am growing my wisdom teeth (yes, plural) – and by putting ‘I’ as the subject of the active voice really is just a habitual way of description. If I could, I really wish to stop THEM growing somehow.

Get rid of them! Get rid of the things that you do not enjoy in life.
If life could be as simple as this – do something else if you don’t like what you are doing; leave when you get sick of the place.. How about this: Die! when you find no meaning in life.

Is it more about people, or places? I often wonder which make me happier. Neither. I’ve figured – it’s in me. Here I go again – my generalisation of everything – I thought I knew it all. Yet the enigmatic riddles of life and art are beyond my reach and thus I shall not even touch on them. They are the untouchable, the divine; and if I be in the horde, I shall be blessed.

Who really cares what you are doing here, in this exact place, this exact moment. We are all put into places, and we are all trying hard to fit in.

Move on.
I’m feeling hard to.