Summer melancholy, I still suffer but in a more deep, quiet way. Meditation has dulled the blade of my mind, but depression still rears it’s head in quiet summer midday moments. the sun has bleached my retina, the first blinks at the trees and sky above seem more blue, pale than usual..

Living is like climbing mountains: you don't have to look over your shoulder, otherwise you risk vertigo. You have to go forward, forward, forward.... Without regretting what you left behind, because, if it stayed behind, it means it did not want to accompany you on your journey. However, you also needed that piece of rock that you can no longer see, it made you understand, it gave you momentum....