Κυριακή 19 Απριλίου 2015

Grey Sundays


Even though everything is gray and kinda chilly outside, you want to keep the window open, get glimpses of the lazy life down at the street, feel the fresh air between your hair and a great book on your lap. A lazy Sunday evening indeed. You allow the music to mix up and mess up your emotions, your memories, your dreams... Just like when we were teenagers, although back then there weren't as many memories... The dreams? We never stopped dreaming, aren't you glad? The intensity of moments long gone, the desire for future moments... The longing for pleasant surprises of life, the recklessness of refusing to shield up for the bad things that may come... So, what if they come? You know us, we can face anything. There will always be evenings like this, times of peace, love for a blessed life. How wonderful would it be if we could share this feeling? This feeling is the answer to the question 'Are you happy?' How rarely people ask this question though... Are they afraid to ask, or are they afraid they might be asked the same thing?