I am not worry, no.. I just noticed that I wasn’t here in for a while. Funny how the world and life totally looses its meaning altogether when I am not here. I mean exactly sitting where I am suppose to be sitting..here, where I am sitting.

  I can see that I lost somehow contact with a certain joy..of being…a natural source of inspiration..one that doesn’t need some twisting an arm to. 

  Between us, there is no real meaning to life and specially to the world of man. But it sure looks like there is a real need for a meaning for the world of man. Well at least it sounds logical. As I see it, maybe man needs more of a meaning then life cause it is really most of the time, fucked up. Of course, there are many levels of this “not really going well all the time situation”, but I am pointing more to..”you could always do better..or make things around you a little more pleasant…” That gives meaning to the life in the bubble. It makes bearable specially if you think there is no other world then the one you believe in. 

 I wonder if I could create a group of escapes from the bubble and we could just stand somewhere where the sun rises and you can really feel it…and share a nice cup of tea..being aware, without even having to say it..that there inside the bubble people didn’t realize how lucky they were to be alive and see life as it is..They could only rejoice..cause that what’s life is all about. When it stops to be that way..well know that you’re probably not sitting where you should be sitting..and that you know where.

 I haven’t got the answer to my question..Where does it go when I am not here..No I know. Now that I am back here, I can see. It was never gone anywhere..I was..rolling into the cinema of that bubble again…that world we all share with others…but not mine..