One of the most beautiful views
in the most beautiful city I've ever been to.
I'm thinking of making this throwback a series
and the first word coming to mind for a name
or good morning.
Although 12PM is far from being considered a morning
I somehow feel as if I'd just woken up.
Not the way I did today.
Fighting morning exhaustion
immediately after opening your eyes
is a hellishly difficult struggle to say the least.
What transforms it into madness, however,
is you finding yourself
five minutes later
in front of a notebook
pen in your hand
and a few hours till' you eventually stop holding the pen.
I can't blame them.
They have been designed to be busy for months now.
they've been busy in one way or another
But there's an ocean of difference between a summer Wednesday
and.. today's pristine example
of how not to wake up.
Not that I had much choice.
The third day of the week insists on reminding me
that I possess tiny quantities of actual freedom
when it comes to life.
blindness and me
broke up a long time ago.
So I won't be the one to claim
I have no control whatsoever.
It takes as much as half a minute
for one to realise
that he or she
to a great extent
have to make personal choices
all the time.
You could've quit that tedious job a year ago
but you chose not to.
He could've lied to you
knowing how easily deceived you are
but he didn't
because he chose not to.
even more simply put:
I could've spent approximately zero hours studying and writing for an exam
because I knew I had that individual right.
to use my right properly
according to the situation. °