There's several situations that worry me at the moment, but a few seconds ago, I got swept by "my" locker at the pool where I come to swim everyday. It looked beautiful, simple and colored coordinated. It could become an original picture of these times, not just mine, but everybody's. Like those stand-still pictures of fruits in a bowl of the XIX century, my locker, with it's contents, could be a stand-still picture of the early XXI century. I get distracted a lot, so I have to make a huge effort to keep my mind on track on what I have to do everyday. Nevertheless, my distraction is also a gift: it takes away my worries, sweeps them out for a while, and I feel oddly alive. I remember who I am, just a little speck in the universe, and suddenly my worries seen so little. There's so much out of my control, and yet, I forget about it all time. Even people that are alert and in control all the time, are still little specks in the universe, like me. Their control is a beautiful illusion, but just that. We are living in a movie that we help create, but we are not the directors. We are actors and co-writers, that's all.
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