going back just to come home

 we're on our way again :D

after a long long morning of "mooom, I don't wanna go!!!" followed by a spoiled kids' behaviour, we're finally on the train. Noir walked around a little, ate, tried to drink some of my coffee to go, jumped around and she's totally ready to chill now. for now at least.

the sun is rising and the landscapes are amazing. this incredible yellow light falls among everything and it feels like Harry Potter will fall off his broom around the area or something. it's that magical.

I felt like this would be a great postcard so here you go, guys <3

one of my best friends told me yesterday that he loves looking at the lights turned on in the apartments around the city. he said that there's life and that he loves the idea of others living, making their stories. 

while I ride the train, I love passing cemeteries. I know I sound like Morticia, but stick with me. I sometimes feel like the stories that have an ending are better, that I need a closure. and seeing so many funeral stones makes me think if they were happy when they died. did they lived the life they wanted to live, were they accomplished? I want to have lived enough when I die, to leave behind something other than some ashes spread on the mountain and cat photos. even tho I'm a nihilist and I don't think doing something makes any sense, because it won't last,  but not doing anything can't be temporary - if it isn't at all.

so I guess my wish is to make others avoid nihilism or go above that. help them figure things out, ask the right questions.

speaking of which, what do you want to be when you grow up?