It is interesting that I get struck by depression once every few years, always followed by a longer journey, a move... It is like I NEED to move! like an old traveller, it is just a part of life. There is no way I could stay in one place for the rest of my life. Never had that feeling, never will, can not imagine that anyway. But... what's wrong with that? I LOVE moving :) I LOVE to see new places and meet new people. To experience a new life... It is like being blessed with multiple lifetimes and life lessons. I love my life, at the same time I hate it. But still I would not change me for someone else...
Yes these are my filosofical thoughts when I go to the loo...
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