Every day has a different feeling, a different framework of motions and thoughts. Mondays are never the best, no day can be great, but then can also be the opposite, they can be wonderful. Here’s an excerpt from my writing for this late Monday evening.. Listen to the tracks, immerse yourself in whatever you’re doing and just breathe.
Believe in beauty even when you think there is none left in the world. Try and keep your heart open, let your eyes see and your organs feel. No matter what, don’t give up. No matter how hard, no matter how terribly wretched it may become, attempt to keep some shred of hope alive. For it may be the last strand of dreams left.