The gift

I came across http://www.orisinal.com by chance last week and I can't stop wondering how come there are so much talented people around there. I especially admire artistic, creative people who have good technical knowlegde and eventually create such a jewel as Orisinal is. I love it!

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Tough days, blank nights, uncertain future, commiting decisions...

Maybe the glimpse of a hope and a 'don't you dare wishing' ahead...

I'd like to be forgotten, unrecognizable, invisible...

I'd like to disappear and become one with nothing...

Seen shadows where there's plain light?

Back to the not-so-good old days

Monday. New Year. Back to work. I assume I am not part of those few gifted ones who don't have to keep a job to earn their living. In fact I'm not sure at all that there is a person enjoying that nowadays. The matter is I feel like a slave or like a thinking machine -and maybe here, the thinking issue-is where the problem lies. I'm absolutely selfish about that and despite I know I should be socially ashamed for what I'm going to state, I positively hate having to go to work. Ever. Even for a single second in my life. I don't like depending upon other's wishes, humour, fancies; I don't like renting part of my days to another's just for the sake of a full dish on my table. Yet that's how things are and I've got to put up with it.

Well, I had to say it.

Titles and moods

It's the most difficult thing for me, since the title catches the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega. And I'm usually very bad at foreseeing the end of all things from the beginning.
Anyway I liked the concept in this title since it expresses one of my fav moods -the way I feel when strolling along the seaside in a cloudy winter afternoon, just me and the salty smell of the splashing waves behind me...