After almost a week spent mainly in bed (due to health issues, nothing fun!), it's Friday night again and I feel alive again (well, quite alive let's say).
(And yes, I love brackets. I love additional comments. I love talking. Last week I lost my voice.) Ha ha ha.
Nonetheless, those days spent mostly in silence and loneliness, took me down the "low mood and sad thoughts" alley... and the lack of sunshine at this time of year does not help in avoiding depressive moments.
But hey, a few kilograms of chocolate and I survived. Only something in a form of philosophical traveling across my memories remained. When time stops for you, when it pushes you into the back seat (or your bed) and forces your mind to slow down, this is what usually happens to me. Thinking about my friends, about my family, about people "I used to know", about how lucky I am and how stupid I am sometimes, about all the mistakes I made and about the good decisions, the right choices. About all the beautiful moments and the painful ones.
About the disappointments and amazing discoveries of human hearts.
And this journey always brings conclusions in the shapes of so old, so well-known truths. I guess I need to re-word them, speak them out loud for myself in order to really understand them. Now that I lived them, I know what they truly mean.