I would have supposed this weekend to feel like others but I’ve done some unpacking this morning. I had hardcopies from 2004-2006 that remained to be filed. I guess this reminded me a lot of stories. I’ve found different id pictures.

I was finishing university, getting on a plane to Japan. I remember that I could be quite depressed but that the world was simple. I means I had deep thoughts about what-so-ever but I touch real world difficulties and hazard.

And now I’m scared because I know what a dressing code is and that I know that I usually pop the question about what’s you do for living?. I was blaming that behavior a few years ago. I can’t help myself wondering whether I’ve bettered or (as I think) I’ve got lost in the woods.

Sometimes when I look at the sky from my windows I wonder if we are not building the perfect place to act as happy people. I feel more and more than work is oriented towards consuming of happiness. Getting a DVD when a walk is free, watching the screen instead of knowing the city.

Thinking of the Celestine Prophecy I wonder if the happy ones are not the ones outside of the society. I mean the ones who evolves in the book disappear from sight. Don’t read me wrong: I’ve already took some sidetracks to be myself. But it’s getting harder and harder to convince myself that were heading for some humanism.

At least I’m back to blogging and life got much juicier but with the same longing questions.