Rhythm

Before full moon I was feeling... connected. Days were flowing easily. But then I started to get anxious. There is the moving out thing going on. Also, there's the master's thing (I don't know how to say it in english), which deadline is approaching faster than I'm actually studying... or working. Or even doing anything.

I try to say that I don't blame myself. And I really want to believe in this... The feeling of guilty only makes it worse. It's so easy to fool ourselves, isn't?

Anyway, I think I began to get lost at the moment I didn't pay attention to myself. Maybe I can find a new rhythm now. Or maybe this is a "not-ever-ending-search", something like Sísifo myth... I'm trying to put all my efforts to be less philosophical.

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