Once again. Under the shower it hits me and I can’t let go. Another domain, another story. More dispersion, but all the same, I feel I want to do it. Write the story. Write those pictures. Not that I think I am on a mission and I definitely don’t expect anyone to follow it and to read it. I think I do not care. Of course I would LIKE to be somebody with something to say, but over the years I got the idea that this is not the case, not really.
But I think I do not care.
And it is alright.
And if not now, then at some point in the future.
Abilities turning to Weakness
It amazes me to watch and see that abilities I had in the past have changed over time to my weaknesses.
Such as being very interested in what is going on and the wellbeing of others has turned into something disgusting as anxiety of doing things not right and worries about others.
And, the great ability to see and understand many different viewpoints without having to agree to them has turned to not having an own viewpoint.
Isn’t aging a great thing?
It would have me truly worried if I would not know that things can change (again) through auditing.