31. December 2020

Sitting.

Thinking.

Writing.

I did that more often this year than in any other before. The time … somehow it passes with endless nights and days filled with all that what I consider to be important to me. Like travelling, which I consider important to me. Not being able to travel seems like a lack of vitamins to me. It is nourishment for soul, consolation for heart and inspiration for mind.

But between difficulties lie opportunities. And as beautiful as it is to dwell in the past, to dream of the future – concentrate on the moment and act, until  next time will come ahead …