I sit here in silence and listen to the sweet sound of my cat’s breathing. Her belly goes up and down as fresh air fills her lungs.
I look around the room and wonder what am I doing here. There’s sun outside and there’s no single cloud in the sky. I think about my life. Last times, I often do so. I am at an age now, where half of my life has already been lived. Second half now.
We have just one. Just this single one.
Am I doing it right? Is there something I should change to finally be happy? I think I don’t know how to be happy anymore.
Just one life. Just one chance. And today is another day wasted with work and other things I think I need to do. I know I am wasting my life but I don’t know how to stop.
If I step outside, I will miss this tender touch of a warm and cozy home. If I stay inside, I don’t know if I am enclosing myself in a cage I can’t open anymore.
Just one life.
They say it’s enough if you do it right.