Bad experiences bind people who belong together in some way. Partners, family, friends, different kinds of relationships, different kinds of love, different intensities, but you realize very soon that in order to live your live fully and enjoy every moment of it, you need a good mix of ALL these (+ some missing yet to be added).

Plus a set of goals in your life. Myself I’ve mentioned already that I profess pretty oldschool values. Apart from some kind of a domesticity (for me domesticity is personalised and completed by certain objects with/awaking memories) it’s to get a good degree of education, keep some hobbies and get a job which I would enjoy. Simple, but creating a very steady base for dealing with the rest of my life, with all sorts ofproblems, opens an opportunity to believe and hope.

If only I knew that I could ever reach those. Would feel immediately much safer and better. But that’s probably the point of the life – you can never on rely on anything in the future, apart from that the time goes fast (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith).

And I just had some outdoor strawberries and they were just ultragreat.