I was looking at the sky while immersed in the spa pool after a 12-hour work day. I talk to myself. You work hard and get the whole pool to yourself on a weekday evening. There's nothing so bad about life, is there? Or is there more to life? You even have the the luxury to soak in the water and ponder existential questions. You who live in the first world face only first world problems. How true.
If the world was not the ugly materialistic place it is, resting and pondering about such questions would not be a luxury, but something normal, and we would not need to work for 12 hours, but a bunch of them less.
So nice, this spa. I don't know why being in contact with water also gives me for thinking about life. Perhaps, because we began our existence in liquid, too.
I hear you. One sometimes wonders oneself if we are doing the correct or we are like sheep following an already drew line. Life is all about choices.
