We`re coming back on-line. Body and soul alles inkluziv. Phase three of the illness, where you have to stay at home for one final day, perfectly healthy, just “not quite there yet“. Come to think of it, this is the usual procedure. Crashing for a week and then me and flues and viruses alike are through for the year. Routine.

The sunshine is out there, I agree, and I am getting out. Moving forward. It`s not that I stood still for the past year, but I guess I`ve been moving in a different direction. A direction that came to a full stop in the recent past.

We must destroy to create. And if it enables us to create once again, can we really call it destruction?

The question of image and self-image is one that will never be solved completely. there will always be some glitches that will remain between people. Between then sender and the receiver.

The trick is to realise that there is no higher goal in life, no divine purpose. There`s no ideology. No things above the clouds and skies. There is just us. There is just me. And my time.

The spring is coming. Spring is often connected with a beginning. With waking up. And although there`s snow outside and the cold is making the air taste like razors, there is a feeling in the air, not a promise (cause they are always broken and are not of nature) but a development. A slow and patient one.

The empire is rising on the ruins of the fallen kingdom. And although all things can and will come to its end, that is not the point. The point is that no matter what happens, no matter how the world turns, there always remains a harbour. A fort. A place where things are the way I want them to be. The way that suits me.

Somehow, I was always fascinated by heroes. By people whose lives were a straight line, running from the birth of an idea, across the realisation of that idea and to their deaths. It`s so funny, because I never realised that the realisation also means death. If you are focused solely on one idea, on one thing, nothing else remains once that idea is realised. And since nothing else remains, there is nothing else for you to do but die.

I am listening to Shawshank redemption soundtrack. Great movie, even a better book. Excellent soundtrack. One of the best soundtracks, recorded in the nineties of the previous century. The movie`s tagline says “Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.”

I think it`s high time I do it. No. Screw that. I will not think. There is too many good things going on in my life right now for me to think. I will do.