Happiness in solitude. Solitude in happiness. Here I am, paving my own way through the east. I have roots here, so it seems. Genetic roots. Nothing more ties me to this place.
Life goes on back home, one day drifts into the next, things stay the same, nothing to mark a sullen August day.
I feel so happy within myself, despite a grave context. Relatives pass away. My bloodline seems to be coming to an end.
I do wonder, where my mentality comes from. Through what happened in Sevastopol, the trends in the world, my coming indoctrination into the rat race, I may never really find out.
Finally, my spiritual, emotional, physical and intelligent states are in harmony with one another. I’ve finally reached some kind of self-nirvana. And feel so much joy in solitude. Though I feel that all this will come to an end all too soon. Do I choose a stable career or fulfil life as a drifter, working odd jobs until I can once again know the joy of solitude.
I’ll keep self-timing my success, why worry now, I still have a few months.