Rules for love

I wonder if every new love inspires you in different way. I think that is my case.
I am wondering if that means that I dont have stiff life rules and modules to live according to. Or there is some other explanation?

The rhythm of London

Have you ever thought about strang rhythm of London? This morning while walking to the tube station I noticed that walking the street has some unique rhythm. Fast, sharp and uniform. In case someone stops rhythm is broken.

Can a day be shorter?

Never before moving to London have I experience such short days. By the moment I stop to think about my day, and it is usually at night (like now), I realise that from the last moment like this there has been 24 hours.Amazing.
I cannot say that my days are empty but after passing so quickly they don't leave any impression in me.
I am trying to remember what we talked over the lunch or tea brake. I know Giuseppe was talking about milk, Dario looked tired and that's about all I remember.
And yes, we determined badminton competition schedule. I like the idea. Sport and fun.

And that is it!
I keep looking at all the books I plan to read but no time. On weekend I try to go out and walk as much as possible. Especially since the weather is extremely nice for London this time of year. So I greet the sun every weekend and no time for books. Maybe I could just buy the night lamp (or is it the bed lamp?).
Anyway, time to sleep now. There is another super quick day tomorrow.
Good night.

What's important

Ok I know what is important in life. But what if you have that and nothing else. I think you start destroing the things you have. That is what I am afraid of.

Life and love: is it simple?

Is life simple? I dont think so.
Always some kinds of decisions and dilemas. Or maybe I just have to make things less important to me. This way everythig is big, big, big.

Love. Again what is simple there. I love and worry if I'll get hurt.
Should I just back off and be sure? But then again how far can I go like that? So see always dilema.
Maybe I could transform everuthing into chalenge. That would be cool. But I hate to loose that is my problem.

Ok lets think of it this way. What do I have to loose?
Now nothing.
OK so let's wait and see.

Meaning of life

Sometimes I just wonder if the things I believe in are naive childish things. That my life be much easier if I just think and feel differently. But I can't.
I stopped for a while, believed that I am wrong and tried to "fit in the world".
But now I am back.

Thank you, my secret friend for showing up in the right moment. Thank you for being the special person whatever happens. Thank you for making me think about what is important to me. Thank you for helping me find myself again.

I think life is wonderful if you believe. For me every time I start falling something happens. Nice or ugly, but something.
Like this email. It is so nice when someone tells you that you are special. And then you start feeling special again. Not just to them but to yourself. Wonderful!!!

Our parents tried best they can. We weren't perfect family and we are not perfect, my brother and I. But somehow I think we are different. At least different then most of people. And I am so proud of it.
I love my nice loud home. I like the talks we have and I like that we are so connected. There are things also I don't like but I miss my cosy home.

And the reason for feeling so nice now are these words:
"Thank you again becouse people like you give more sense to my life! "

And I want to thank you M for believing and for proving to me once again that I should believe too. In love and people.

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Laku noc.