enjoy my time

Sitting in my room, in the night, listening to Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballe in Barcelona. I’m sitting at my desk in the middle of the night and enjoying my insomnia.

Why not enjoy every moment? Why worry that I’m not the smartest, the youngest, the most popular? Is it at all important? The answer is no. I met a girl yesterday, who is probably going to have a PhD at a ridiculously young age. And I know some guys who have done the same. The look oh so confident but they are the most bigot immature people I know. So there you have it. I want to be mature, and to enjoy my time. And I want to keep calm.

I used to walk back home and look at the beautiful scenery, and feel blessed that I am here. I don’t anymore. I want that feeling back. The feeling that everything is going to be fine, just go on with your day, learn more, work and have fun with it, and go home happy. I need to relax. I need to come to terms with myself.