And so, the last day of March is slowly drowning in its rainy twilight. March is one of my favorite months of the year. Not just because it is the herald of spring, but because it has the habit of putting me in the middle of interesting and completely unexpected situations. This year’s March is a bit more moderate in that respect…in fact, I spent most of it trying to shush the strange voices proliferating in my head, hoping to find the stamina and the inspiration to focus on what matters to me once more. It is the strangest thing, the way I can put on hold what I hold dear and then lose the strength to reclaim it, even though I know I can never be truly happy without it. Yet all will fall into place, one must say that to oneself. One must not drift through life. I believe in fulfilling the wishes of the soul. And I admire those who have the courage to pursue these soul-dreams. But let me stop here, before I fall into deeper obscurity. All this post aimed to say was: Farewell, dear March. Thanks for the awakening.
