It’s Monday night, I’m on the balcony wondering about myself and what surrounds me. It’s the perfect time to think and to write. Everything feels so calm, so right. Lot of inside questions though. Am I doing the “right” thing? Does the right thing really exist? Sometimes I don’t think so. Sometimes the right thing is what makes you feel a part of an everything, sometimes the right thing is what makes you proud, sometimes egoistically speaking is what it just feels good or appropriate for yourself....
