Eventually, you're going to miss walking under the night sky,
when it's all in midnight blue and the stars are your only light.
I tweeted this the other night. Friday, to be specific. It had been a rough week and walking under the night sky even for just a short while felt exhilarating. It felt as if no worries in the world ever existed and I was alone and it was good. During my short stroll I did not know that what I thought was the end of a troubled week was only a prelude. That night was great - cooked with the family, drank a little and stayed up `til dawn talking to my girlfriend. Everything that came after, I did not see coming. I talk as if it's such a big deal. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. But what I know is, if I wish to carry on with a worry-free week, I would have to stop thinking or over-thinking, rather. I have always been that kind of person, and it was never the best deal for me. It's unhealthy for me. Trust me when I say that. Should I blame other factors that contribute to this kind of thinking? Media? Other people's misfortune? Or maybe just myself? Maybe just myself.
Now that I think about it, I know why I tweeted that or why I even thought of it. It's an advice for myself - one that I must have predicted I will be needing soon. And soon is now. Maybe, subconsciously, I long for trouble to remind myself of what I must do. When walking under the night sky and it's all shadows and silhouettes - not knowing what's coming for you, what's surrounding you - you just have to follow the stars to guide you home. You just have to follow your heart. And only your heart.
And it will all be better.
Sans Souci (French) adj. carefree
