Learning to Fly

Whenever I feel sad, I just remind my self of that feeling. To be able to fly. There is nothing in the world that is better than that. Unfortunatly I am not thinking of the Pink Floyd song at the moment, although I am crazy about it these last few days. No, I talking about climbing the highest mountain in Macedonia, mount Korab, and having everything beneath your feet. It's like you are at the top of the world. I wish I was living there. Up there, nothing can touch me. Up there, I am free. Up there, I don't think about loosing you...

Could everything be OK?

It is an OK day. So far, nothing shitty has happened. And don't get me wrong, I love days when I can just relax, don't think about problems and worries, but, knowing my luck in the past, I have to ask my self that one question - is it possible that nothing will go wrong today? The day is far from over, and Murphy is my supreme god, so... For once, I honestly hope that I am dead wrong, and that all that is not well will end well. And round and round it goes, and round and round it goes... Have a nice day, where ever you are!