What the night brings up...

In an interesting night like this one,when I took the time to just chat with a friend in a sushi bar,lots of things became so clear.
Not sure if it was the taste of wasabi or my truncated thoughts around my brains, but it just felt good.
Outside it was getting dark.
Luckily in summer time,we get the night falling on us late,after 9, which brought along some inevitable thoughts.
Night was young still and I was ready to get rid of old thoughts.
The idea of aiming for something which is harder and harder to get can seem to be a kind of masochism, but my friend was talking about trying to converge objectives when dreams are not the same.
I know it can be harsh on your brains,trying to wreck them on the search for answers in a quite heavy conversation while your light thoughts drive you to the lethargy of avoiding the answers.
To make myself clear, we run from what we know, and search for what we expect.This is the key to most frustrations in life.
To say we don't know what we want,this is bullshit, we do.
To say we are mostly misled by others, it is another lie. We are not. We let ourselves be led to places we are uncomfortable for the comfort get us bored.
So why complain about our fate?
The night was finally closing in and I saw the fate of it,when the dawn will be here.
So sure as the dawn of a new day, the dreams can only converge to objectives when we trail the night before to get to them.

Happier

Earlier today I got to thinking about how life can be taken for granted.Not only life I mean, but every single molecule we just assume will get together tomorrow to service our expectations in having a seamless 'tomorrow'.
I heard something today about someone who passed away too suddenly and had no time to say how much he loved some people and his own life. This thought was just frightening in itself. Not the fact that you will pass away one day,for we are all sure about that, but the possibility of being surprised by simply the end of life.
Anyways, it is even more important to see how many of us are actually living their lives as they should,they could or even, how they wanted it to be lived.
Imagine yourself as a director of a movie.But instead of a movie, it is your life.
We insist to choose the wrong actors, cheap scenarios and we lip-synch our internal voice for the sound of something we didn't mean to say or be.
Recently I learned to simply say I love you more often.
Not that I would go around saying I love you's to the lady at the bus stop or to the nice boy collecting recycled bins.Just the fact of simply saying it,and more meaning it,to those you care and make a difference in your life.
Back to the guy who missed the chance to say what he wanted before leaving, it is like having that big golden chance to strike your fears and not doing it, the chance to laugh out loud and just sending out a yellow smile...
Sometimes we get so twirled by the routine that we don't take simply the time to appreciate the colours we have around us.
I live each day,being sure that I loved not how I should,but how I wanted,with all my heart from my playmobils to my dearest treasure in life, my two boys.
I can sound silly,but I want,each day,to sound like myself,the one who loved this much and is sure and glad,to be so loved.