[I was going through my pocketbook when I came across a short entry containing my thoughts.They were written during my wait at the Gatwick Airport (14th of December 2011). Judging by the date, I was probably on my way back to Lugano to spend the Christmas with my mum.] It is a wonder how life unravels with time. I am taken to places where I used to imagine about as a kid. At that time it was all just a dream but at this present point it is a part of my reality. Sometimes you wonder what have you done to deserve all this opportunity and what will be the price, that you would eventually have to pay to experience all of this? In order to gain something we will have to lose something. Is our gain worth what we have lost?The future is a dream. The past is a memory, and the present time is reality.Yet, I have caught my thoughts lingering in the past and speeding through the future time and time again. My present time becomes a mystery as i can't keep my mind to focus on the here
A thought junkie in search of a raison d'être.