I felt for a few days that I was above the world. And it was greaaaaat!
Sometimes I feel I live in a box. A box with different names: office, home, restaurant, shopping gallery, airport, car... I park the car close to a box or another. Whose fault is it? My comfort, the lack of time, the cool weather, the late hours... Like I've always said... if I want to find excuses, I can find thousands.
An aspect that should draw a big question mark... where is the limit? I appreciate every day spent outside the city, every hour spent in the park, every minute outside the boxes. But I do almost nothing to change this kind of things.
Life is above these limits. Above material things we may have today and lose tomorrow. Above broken promises and canceled wish-lists.
And above all, we are ourselves!