The happy place

Life doesn’t weight on me so much today. The sun’s been out. I feel smells now and the food tastes stronger.

I’m having a nice everything and that’s pretty neat

Funny thing is that it’s more or less the same life as yesterday. Nothing remarkable has changed, and yet everything seems easier.

It’s some or other imbalance in the humours, I think, specifically the black bile; it could’ve been the hot tea I drank which brought everything back on track and now I am ready to face life.

It’s very inspiring how Geralt of Rivia wants to avoid choosing the lesser evil but is unable to strikes a chord in me.

Not choosing sides is also a choice. You cannot avoid.

I like how Geralt is a mutant by some considered a monster, and yet how he fights monsters for a living and that the humans in there are sometimes the real monsters, much like in Frankenstein book.

That’s some food for thought.