“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.” ― Gilda Radner
It's a strange way of living. Putting everything in a box. Fear that sooner or later you will get stuck again. That dreadful feeling of being closed off and not able to breathe.Looking back and wondering if this is as good as it gets. If you should capture the moment somehow. So you can look back? But then you get another good day and another one. And another one after that. And you feel so blessed and grateful. And happy. And scared a bit… That it is just a fleeting moment. That every second every little thing can be taken away from you. Barely grazing something what you wished for for such a long time. And then you have to start all over again. I guess that's the beauty of it. It's never fixed. You never know where you will end up. You just have to keep on moving.