The first thing I’m gonna do when I get back into chair and belly dancing is dance to ‘Diva’.
This weekend was perfect.
I had a beautiful sleep. Our flat had a great party. We’re going to the South Island in a month.
You visited me in my sleep. You were drawn and old. ‘You make me so sad. This is my misery,’ you said, crying.
“I have a very simple morality: not to do good or evil to anyone. Not to do evil, because it seems only fair that others enjoy the same right I demand for myself – not to be disturbed – and also because I think that the world doesn’t need more than the natural evils it already has. All of us in this world are living on board a ship that is sailing from one unknown port to another, and we should treat each other with a traveller’s cordiality. Not to do good, because I don’t know what good is, nor even if I do it when I think I do. How do I know what evils I generate if I give a beggar money? How do I know what evils I produce if I teach or instruct? Not knowing, I refrain. And besides, I think that to help or clarify is, in a certain way, to commit the evil of interfering in the lives of others. Kindness depends on a whim of our mood, and we have no right to make others the victims of our whims, however humane or kind-hearted they may be. Good deeds are impositions; that’s why I categorically abhor them.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
I did not know that today had a comedown, but here we are.
I’m glad that my story’s going to be about a girl that left an unhappy life to live with the guy she met on this site. And that instead of dragging him like a fresh kill to Houston, they will venture off into Asia and volunteer on farms to get by.
We’re going to learn all sorts of neat shit.
I really do want us to have the best life, together and as individuals. That’s all I hope for, ever.