Writing spontaneous nonsense about the Universe, Reality and Existence. www.danieljakobian.com
Far from being able to handle such a chaotic situation, luck directs his fate now. No amount of training, practice or talent could help him here.
It was some years ago, when I realized a profound thing.
This was the day that he decided to go out and just keep on walking until his world would completely transform.
Step after step. Street after street.
Day and night, whether the sun was shining or rain pouring, he’d continue walking.
The thought of having been born too early is irrational.
If “you” would have been born at another time you would not be you. You would be that other being, having no resemblance whatsoever with the being that you are now at this moment.
For years I could have given less of a shit about coffee. I did not drink it and did not see the personal need for me.
As I am wading through the mud I have to think back of a simpler time. A time where life seemed eternal, safety assured and…