Random thoughts on Sunday morning

Waking up, as usual. This morning I browsed through some facebook posts from the writers I am following. At one moment, I was surprised and overwhelmingly delighted by the power of theirs words (sounds like I was cursed or something like that..)

I started to regret spending so much time being worried, being haunted by the guilt of my uselessness and perhaps keeping retrieving some abilities which will never belong to me. That is, focusing on these chores, little flaws, which sounds really ridiculous.  For me, reading reminds me how large and various this world is, and how insignificant I am or the things I am focusing on are. I should have sprung out of the cage I set for myself more often.

Whatś the meaning of your life. What a cliche but is still asked so often. The answer ¨ to be here¨ gave me a quite inspiration. Maybe you are just a bacteria in a petri dish. What you have confronted may be a sequence of chemical reactions or a sequence of something that is above of my understanding. So what´s the point that you confuse yourself with the phenomena that will be never understood?