I’ve got one text today. It was from her. Nice text, wishes for the holidays and 2018. But the point was it was from her. The one who called me Sensei.
I texted back.
I want to travel. I want to make love. I want to enjoy life. I want to see beautiful places and have fun with amazing people. I want to get to know different cultures. I want to experience adrenaline rides with hot air balloon, skydiving from airplane and flying in space. I want t smile a…
He died of a broken heart, lonely and alone. No friends to say final goodbye, no family, children or even neighbors that knew him. His friends left long ago, or to say more truthfully, he left them. Tormented inside since and because of his tough childhood, he carried anger…
Autumn leaves fallingLoneliest heart on the trainCold feet, bed still warm
Day 46 of 100 Days of Writing Challenge.
I’ve just seen a proposal picture on Instagram from one of my online friends. Someone who I don’t even know in person, but we follow each other on Twitter from the “early days” of social media.
It’s hard being hurt many times in life. Every hurt chips your heart away a bit. Sometimes it feels like there’s nothing left to chip away. Feels like there are only bits and pieces of your heart, lying on the floor, scattered, lost, swept away in the dusty corners.
I miss that special moment when I finally met her in person,
her smile and her eyes that invited me to just hug her.
She’s like the wind on a rainy day in the city gone dark,
She was always there, in the back of my mind, in front of my eyes, near my work and close to my heart. She was with me, wherever I was. Thinking of her when I was away, when I felt great and when I felt down.
For the last few hours I’m repairing my computer after electricity breakdown, trying to figure out what happened to my desktop PC, trying to reinstall Windows for the third time, swaping different disks and… doing geeky stuff.
When was the last time you were working on your usual daily tasks and thought to yourself: God, I feel so much passion for my work. I love my job. If you love doing what you do, all the work seems like play. My work is like playing. I love my work.