holidays

I feel like one of those folks that got habituated with writing and now must say something about the holidays.

It is thanksgiving. The day to give thanks. I suppose that though this year has been crazy, I have a lot to feel happy for.

There's so much I've got to do and write about the last couple of months, things that are beyond the numbers, and yet I haven't managed to get back to this and go on.

The blog has reached over 5,000 views, and the website www.element23.club/boston is nearly there.
I don't really know from where to start.

 Maybe from the fact that I felt so low early this year, that I had to start writing about moments in my life. Those pieces of memory of a day, or a moment I had shared with people in my life, that became some of those, that no matter how far apart we are, will, no matter what, always be close to my heart.

I felt doomed. I felt that was it. I had no more moments to live or share.
I felt, as if all my handwork had been taken from me for no reason.


I had to take sometime for myself.
And I had and have to build everything as I did, once more.

Its exhausting, you see, you build something, a home, a bridge, whatever, if it breaks and you have to go and repeat the same steps, you are left with nothing more than a nearly wasted time.

You could be building other bridges, other buildings... but here you are picking yourself up again.

I feel lucky that certain things just came to me. Staying away from Ultimate Frisbee for nearly a year had been one of those to me. Being in Boston turned into eye opening for what I had accomplished.

And what felt like a wasted time, became in reality just my sampler.
The sampler of how much potential I have.

Ugh, it is annoying have to deal with rebuilding.
Its more annoying to see a world that is already broken and people thinking they have the right to pick a part the few things that are good.

Can't fix that.

But in my seize the day living, though rough at times, I was granted a few more moments.
So today, or tomorrow, as the day get to us (1:13AM), I may finally tidy up my house, pack my things for a new move, get some food and goodies to be distributed at Boston Common amongst those that have been leading their lives like that.

How many are the stories that each one of these people hold I don't know.
All I know is the soup all the time gets a bit too annoying too.

Will be back when done.