I can't see anything bad in anything. Things seem to fall into place just perfectly.
I'm still a stupid addicted idiot, but it doesn't seem very important anymore.
Whenever I get "lost" in the forest, I refuse to use maps.... even though the urge to do this can be strong.... And I always get to where I want. I go on my bike with low fuel, and the petrol station is right there, at the exact time I need it. I get green lights 90% of the time, even the money seem to come to me... I call it "divine navigation". Before, I used to plan everything, look up the maps, prepare. I seem to be just flowing through things now, so I guess it's a "progress".
I stayed with my heavy heart a few times, but the heaviness seems to go away once observed up close. Or maybe it stops bothering me. Don't know which.
Also, my ambitions seem to fall away. I don't see the point in anything. I don't know why I'm doing this or that - I just do. Sometimes this state falls away and panic returns, but even this is ok.
I'm playing with the flowers at the side of the road