I do not write more regularly. Because I'm tired and I mentally move in a circle. While I certainly enjoy the beautiful days, the mild sun, hiking in the mountains, trips with my daughter, a good meal and, yes, all this I do not despise. And yet I feel in me a certain stagnation. Of departure barely a trace. Morning am I on disciplined, shower and shave, go to my obligations. I certainly can feel joy, and the loud laughter I have not forgotten. Jogging, either.
question: Is there also something like a thunderous life?
Answer: I must be modest - as simple and trivial might be the result.
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