Yes, I felt like writing something down, not knowing what. Nights like this, I can't sleep, don't want to either. I feel tired, but I just want to repeat that I read today. I read a chapter in “the wounded healer” of Henri J. M. Nouwen. He warns me not to be impressed of people that are only expressing their frustration, but nothing like their own ideas. In times like this, there are revolutioners and riots everywhere, in physical way, in media and in our mind. But be cautious, there are some fake ones among them (including my own thoughts). I don't want to be inspired of frustration, but ideas. Even though that will cost a great deal more, that for sure. Rhyme this!