Maybe your next vacation is already ticked through, while you do not know exactly what you want to do next year. Not to mention the next ten years.
Of course, this difference in attention is due to the shortness of the holiday and the length of life. But that is only seemingly endless, and you should not leave your course to chance.
Your life is an unwritten book filled up with your past.
Start at the blanc page before you, open up the dirty window and let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find, reaching for something in the distance.
No one else can speak the words on your lips, no one else should hold the pen.
Today is, where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.
So let’s write a happy end!