The green is slowly spreading over the trees again. The grass is slowly growing again. Our piece of land is slowly turning into a steppe again, which reminds me that I should mow. Tiredness is my companion these days, and the lack of time and energy, but I don’t want to complain. I remember reading somewhere about the Japanese craftsman telling his interviewer that he is the happiest when he is in the flow, even though he is not smiling. I feel like that these days. Happy. But not smiling.
I think
Therefore I bleed
I think
Therefore I grasp
I think
Therefore I babble
I think
Therefore I worry
I think
Therefore I'm sorry
But when I just do
Then I sing
When you stop looking for happiness, you find it everywhere.