driving a bicycle sometimes I can think of good thoughts, but then if you do not write them forget. Today I thought about something nice, but I do not know what. At least I thought ... Just? Anita says that crap shoot. We do not know what to do with our lives. We do not know where to focus their energies. We do not know what to believe. Some have children, others go to live far away, others go back to farming, as did their grandparents. I always thought of me having to seek out things to do, the things that spur you on, that make you dream, that make you hope that they make you feel. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe all these things to be found inside. Today I read that when Pandora opened the famous vessel, ran out of fear, jealousy, sorrow, malice, passion and sadness and are scattered in the mountains and valleys, changing the lives of men. But in the bottom of the vessel had remained a small swirl of dust, was the hope, Pandora closed the vessel and if he kept with him.
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