When we say that we choose life for ourselves, let us think may it’s a life chooses us. But that’s the big adventure when you don’t know what lies ahead tomorrow.
Time run too fast, it seems like a week is just a couple days; June, July left somewhere far away, like a movie you’ve seen a long time ago. Summer flew out with the birds, leaving the tiny amber on the table – to remember. Days blur into blurred dashes on the window that are washed by raindrops…
One our song says: If Monday wasn’t, Tuesday won’t be either. That’s the conclusion: don’t hurry, after all, everything is just here and now. Tomorrow will come on its own, without having to prepare or wait for it. Sometimes tomorrow comes in another dimension or another life, but after all, it still does come.
© Fortune, 2009
Do birds fly out of your country with the end of summer?