Nothing exactly seems predictable if it is not a short-term goal. I have spent so much time adjusting my expectations and meticulously defending my prior decisions. But I am sure I could have decided everything differently and still have been able to defend it.

In my eyes, indisposed…

Still, I long for the security of knowing what will happen even though I have already seen that I am wrong most of the time. How often have I angered myself when ordering something that did not arrive?

There does not seem to be a simple solution. But isn’t the direct activity already sufficient? Doesn’t it make sense to act without distraction?

In touch with the ground; I’m on the hunt.

I would leave the baggage behind. I am not sure what demand is anyway. Many ideas are not mine, even if I want them to be.

There are plenty of things to finish, but what got it started? Surely not me, but surely not someone else, either. Even if I am uncertain, I know that it is the case.

I can sometimes skip the doubt and just rest, but if I cannot rest, what do I need to do? At any moment, I can ask the world to bring me back into life, and that is a lot already.

This is not just my place but our place as I have been here before, and you will enter soon again as well.

Chain—keep us together!

I should not expect that everything is completely disconnected, as there are surely reasons why everything happens as it does. Yet, I sometimes think that I am the only one, the lonely one.

By looking around, I can perhaps see that everyone knows these challenges to some extent, even much more than I ever did. So, I think everyone knows their solution already, too.

You are always welcome.