I was at home, alone in my room, because my sister who I share my room with has gone to Eger to college. After a period of doing nothing and searching for my place- it was such a strange feeling that I have completely nothing to study now- I was listening to some music while looking at my pictures again and again.
The rhythm caught me, especially the track „What have you done” by Within Temptation, because of its melancholic bittersweet atmosphere, the magnificent voice of the singing woman, the lyrics reminding me of a piece of my life, an affair, a guy I am attached to quite strong emotionally, a night at Pécs…
Due to the fact, He is a dancer I started to move my body again- at the office the most time I am sitting, the same as while teaching and studying at home, the melody mesmerized me, I was whirling, smiling, I was under the effect, I was trying my wings, experiencing my edges…
My father came in-without knocking on the door- and started to shout because I have used his company internet connection (for about 2minutes) and haven’t I prepared my bed for sleeping.
Then I just began to cry, shout, I even threw some objects to him because of anger…
And this is the shortness of happiness I was talking about in my latest post.
When something seems to be good (I didn’t say perfect) it is sure that something else will happen that will spoil the pleasure.
Why should one stick to stupid daily routines? Why should one think logically, rationally about everything?
Why just one can not be simply happy, without any reason?
The rhythm caught me, especially the track „What have you done” by Within Temptation, because of its melancholic bittersweet atmosphere, the magnificent voice of the singing woman, the lyrics reminding me of a piece of my life, an affair, a guy I am attached to quite strong emotionally, a night at Pécs…
Due to the fact, He is a dancer I started to move my body again- at the office the most time I am sitting, the same as while teaching and studying at home, the melody mesmerized me, I was whirling, smiling, I was under the effect, I was trying my wings, experiencing my edges…
My father came in-without knocking on the door- and started to shout because I have used his company internet connection (for about 2minutes) and haven’t I prepared my bed for sleeping.
Then I just began to cry, shout, I even threw some objects to him because of anger…
And this is the shortness of happiness I was talking about in my latest post.
When something seems to be good (I didn’t say perfect) it is sure that something else will happen that will spoil the pleasure.
Why should one stick to stupid daily routines? Why should one think logically, rationally about everything?
Why just one can not be simply happy, without any reason?
