Passing By
A few weeks ago we were standing on top of Pittiövaara hill. Watching thunderstorm passing by. It was majestic feeling. I have watched many thunderstorms passing by or coming towards from the ground or a lake shore. But never have I been high up. So close to the storm. Yet aside. The other thing passing by me is time. I promised to myself I would write this blog every week. Some great American blogger said, that it doesn't matter how often you write, if your readers can count that every time they visit your blog there is something interesting and new. Well fuck me. I have lost about three weeks from my life again. And I can't even tell where. I have been, again, in some kind of work-home-work autopilot coma. I realized this the day before yesterday when I woke up by the morning coffee. And I started to wonder why this is happening. Answer? Living up to the other peoples expectations. Giving your time to other people....