Sitting in the living-room, watching TV, there is a U2 song "where the streets have no name".Well , that made me wonder about life in here.Here, all the streets have names, even the tiniest lanes still have some kind of name referring to them.
Two weeks and a half in Belgium, an eternity to me.Two cats to clean after, pretend to love and sometimes talk to. A week and a half since I have had a status. I am the ' vrouwke' and it does not thrill me that much.
It is funny how things turn, it all started with a joke that led to something more serious " a relationship".I do not know if I really want that but all I know is that I have challenges to faces, people to convince of my intentions and others to show my potential to.
Things are the same or look to be the same. Now, what worries me the most is how I should do things.Reinvent, recreate, remodel or just go with the flow.
Once a teacher told us in the class that overdoing things , trying to make every single thing count would lead to a personal breakdown, that sometimes we need to come up with a system that would help us make things easier for ourselves.
I think that for the moment , I do not really enjoy the system which means that either I have to change or to find out an other system that works for me.whatever happens, things will end up in a way that I have to figure out the functioning.
Life is not about systems , calculations and equations, It can also be about good hazards, things planned often lose their attraction. Believing in an instant of pure happiness it much better then boxing emotions according to timing that often are there to reassure us , nothing more or less.
