Today is
Wednesday;
It’s 10th of June.
It’s been 3 days since B has gone.
It’s been 2 days since I am doing push-ups. My abs hurt like shit.
It’s been 1 months since I do yoga & meditate each night.
It’s 11:00.
It’s 10th of June.
It’s been 3 days since B has gone.
It’s been 2 days since I am doing push-ups. My abs hurt like shit.
It’s been 1 months since I do yoga & meditate each night.
It’s 11:00.
I’m so
inspired. Not specially for running, or do more yoga, or for art or for cooking…
I am just so inspired to live this awesome life.
I am carrying this pain with me every day around and I respect it. It shows me that I am working, I am one more step nearer to “it”. I don’t know what “it” is but I know “it” worth it.
I don’t
feel lonely. I feel strong and oriented. I feel that I have extra hours
although I am working more than before. I miss talking. There’s no one around
to talk to. I miss talking in Farsi. It seems like vipassana in language. I
spend as much time as possible with Maya. She has all the love in the world.
I have got
used to the clouds. I dream of sun. It’s not like I am happy on sunny days or
whatever… I just need sun for a long time. I want to know that sun will stay
forever. Not for a season, or a week or a day. I have to know that it will
stay. I want to be sure that each awesome sunset that I witness will bring a
beautiful day again with the same sun, with the same warmth over my head.
I am taking
everything so slow. It feels right.
I cook
more.
I am alive.
Love you.
eL.
