I’m at home.
Left my new home to go back to my old home.
It feels strange.
Not bad, just strange.
I’m glad to see all the folks I’ve missed that past year, but I miss all the new folks I’ve met in the past year in the land far far away.
I miss them…
I miss her…
I feel at peace. Peace, but with a slight tinge of sadness.
But it’s all right. Through the mirror of this sadness I can see my happiness, the happiness I’ve had so far, the happiness of the instant, of the present, and the happiness the future holds. I see it, shining softly. It feels warm, comforting. And it feels good. I’ll gladly trade little moments of sadness, for they hold the key to the most precious moments of my life.
For now, I’m mostly at peace with the world and myself.
それだけだ。
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tof // août 1, 2007 à 4:36 |
etre present au present, vivre l’instant, sans vouloir, simplement le bonheur d’etre.
Mais le bonheur, c’est so boring !