As I’m working just like a ̶n̶̶o̶̶r̶̶m̶̶a̶̶l̶ person, I always have the feeling, I should do and be more. More work in less time, more beautiful and less ugly, more money for a living, more creative things instead of monotonous texting, more good than bad, more right in the wrong.
But what do I really mean by that? What is this more?
The essence of more is, that it is unreachable. It seems so near but is so far. More is a dream of another world, of a better life. On the other side. Where the grass is greener. But, honestly, could the grass be greener than today?
I will get back to work now, get things done. Later go outside. Run and breathe. Be happy. And try to do a little, little more.