People are confusing. Myself included.

   As long as we breathe we seem to absorb new ideas and breathe out pieces of our twisted mind. Nothing is in balance. An old trauma comes up and fucks up even the most beautiful and peaceful day. 

   The most irrational thoughts bounce in our brain and give birth sometimes to a dancing star as Nietzsche would put it, but sometimes to wierd shit that we drop on the heads of the people around us.

   We always know what we want, for like ten minutes. The forever changing nature of humans makes us impossible to satisfy. Our job is to try. To make ourselves happy and sometimes even the ones around us. It’s hard, it’s tricky, it’s colorful and can end up in total disaster. But I love it.