This typical rainy day is the perfect backdrop for many activities. The first and certainly the most gratifying to vegetate under the covers, enjoying the warmth and softness of your pillow! Especially in contrast with the humidity outside!
The second is something for me in recent years it has become very important: to write. Some people ask me how I think about certain things, how do I put words together. My answer is always the same: I do not know, really! When I stand before open to the PC with a blank page in Word, my mind travels alone, an uninterrupted flow of thoughts that carry on that page, trying to give it a meaning. Not only relaxes me, I feel at peace whenever I reread them over and that what I have produced. Once I dreamed that a lot of people could read and appreciate what I write, today in this beautiful and perhaps impossible dream continues with a little variation. I have much more clear in my head that writing is something fundamentally selfish: one might almost say in my case "I write therefore I am." Write tidies up inside myself and that is definitely considered a minor miracle daily.
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