The weather is always but two months of the year cold. The cost of energy is not entirely suitable to the current financial status, therefore the house requires a light jacket to live in.
Money is not made easily at least at these stages and so we try and keep it as simple as possible. Breakfast and dinner are to be not only the main courses but the meals of each day. To write means, currently, to work where one lives. Going by the direction taken I would safely state it would stay as is. I do hope that day is not far away. That where to live by means of quantity, only as much as necessary, would not be an issue. However, a true human’s entire focus must be to live as fine as one can through the means of quality. That should be the main focus of every day. Not only the main focus, but the entire focus. To live, is to live.
Through a life time, some grow young and some grow cold. There might be others I have not yet come across. Here, rain is quite often the case. The streets get cleaned and the trees and the grass look as fine as ever. Perhaps the equivalent of brushing a layer of grease upon the wood of a table. Or a chair. I keep the curtains away and the unique light and bright of winter where the sun does not burn but all is illuminated enough is a joy to behold in these times.
Each and every letter felt; that is the way to write. The subject is out of importance and there are all the words in one’s vocabulary to be used. Even abused. The sentences create all types of feelings while they are in the process of completion. Joy, pain, boredom, excitement, confusion. An adrenaline rush is at hand every now and then. “Normal” defined by society is not the right word for description. But I think this is normal. After all, life is being lived.
There are times when we require a helping hand. Someone to tell us it will be all right. We know exactly what we want to hear. Yet when heard through the lips of an individual we respect, peace fills the atmosphere. Whether it is due to our lack of understanding or if it is an essential part of our entity or is it due to a lack of confidence I do not know. There is an interesting aspect to it all. The cause. The reason why we feel at peace is that all matters do get to be all right. They might fall apart again but, they all gather around once more. It is the nature of life for it to be all right. Everything is always all right. They might heart or cause salt water out of our eyes but it is all right. As it should be. As it always was and always will be.
We do not have “guests” over as the term might suggest. Whenever a relative spends a certain number of hours along with us in our accommodation, they bring something with themselves. It is particularly interesting since they are in a respectable financial state and very much capable of fine hospitality. They come here for another manner of hospitality. I do not know what is it they seek. They spend gas money and cook their own food. I do not talk of fiction, philosophy, poetry, music or the arts as much as I discuss them with myself or with friends. They are not very much found of my views relating to society. It is, perhaps, not me they come to visit.
The kindest creature I have ever come across is Niels. If you were to know of his true nature, you might no longer believe in your own. It is of no importance how an achievement comes to be. Whether through the disgrace of breaking a natural rule or the loss of breaking a governmental law. If it is the right action then it must be done. Niels believes so very much. He would do everything in his powers to achieve what he feels is a must. He is not capable of it all but, he does his best. He comes from Czechoslovakia but has spent nearly all his life in the Netherlands and Belgium. He likes the culture very much and loves those with whom he currently lives with. He walks naturally, I think.
The past, for most of us, were the days. Thinking we were invulnerable. It is not truly how we differ from the outside. Not how we are now built. It is, however, of our core and innermost existence. “Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth; every fresh morning a little youth; every going to rest and sleep a little death.” The same man who wrote that said somewhere else: “After your death you will be what you were before your birth.” When we come of age, whenever that may be, the innocence of childhood arrives once more. Only because we realize; nothing really matters.