It’s midnight, Sir. You know, some magic happens when midnight comes, people want to talk, cats want to catch something, whores get started. Sometimes it doesn’t work. Some magic happens when you have a lot to do like learning Japanese for example, but there’s something in you, more than just laziness, an obstacle bothers to accomplish the road to success which is unseen till you win this foolish game of making the name. This is so terrible temptation to give up just before you are about to succeed. Do i really need this all? Vital question. The curious thing about thinking is that beginning to diverge along many quite separate pathways, start doubting 中 your goals before achieve it — typical mistake. You know, i always thought that if i would change my location, everything would be better, people nature, everything. But how foolish i was, if i just delete Dota, my thoughts won’t evaporate about it, they will continue beating me till i can deal with it. So if i just drop everything and mosey on up to Japan, i won’t be happier. Because the problem is in inside me, and it always has been. What is it going to be then, eh? Fuck knows. When my thoughts return to Japan, i just envision. Here i am, standing of the shore, am still so unsure, you left me guessing, a handful of sand in my pocket, and a million of stars away is my Home. Sounds mawkish, but who cares, right? ☺ It’s midnight, Sir. It’s midnight. now the point is to change my motivation learning process. “But i want to live in Japan!” — there’s someone groaning inside me. How can we know what is the best for us if never tasted another part of cake? I should definitely go to Japan, but not for escaping from everyone but to taste how this part of cake feels like to make a good choice. You know, yoga helped me a lot. I used to be angry with people, that’s why i wanted to run away from the place that i created myself. So i have a few words about it:

“there was so many darkness inside of me, i had to bleed it out through my heart. i had to feel the rain, i had to face the pain that’s pouring through my skin. . i had to bleed it out, alone. to die. to rise again”.

Haven’t you forgotten it’s still midnight, right? It’s time to make respite and reminisce about something sweet. Well, i can find this track very suitable to estivate and stop rambling ☺Oyasumi nasai which means good night to ya☺