on an evening like this...
It's Friday, the week is over, a warm and bright summer evening, a bottle of la bière blanche de Kronenbourg sits on the table, the sun is setting...
I have a strange feeling... Beautiful and sad at the same time. I'm feeling quite comfortable where I am now; I know this is how I planned it to be, so there is a sense of accomplishment. Yet I feel I've done something wrong, I've made a big mistake, I got my priorities all wrong. I've been pursuing the wrong things. Maybe. I don't know.
I have a strange feeling... Beautiful and sad at the same time. I'm feeling quite comfortable where I am now; I know this is how I planned it to be, so there is a sense of accomplishment. Yet I feel I've done something wrong, I've made a big mistake, I got my priorities all wrong. I've been pursuing the wrong things. Maybe. I don't know.