Am now enjoying my few days of holiday in Lokrume. Have so far both been readin and worn my flipflops so I am delighted. Main target for this weekend is thus achieved. Will be going in to Visby tomorrow to wonder planelessly for a while, maybe do some shopping and maybe grab something to eat at some nice bohemic charming café and enjoy my own tranquility.
As for now I need to talk some more to Mange, after that I'll make myself a cup of tea and take my book and sit on the patio and enjoy an nice quiet evening. Perfect.
Although, of course, it is never perfect. There's always mosquitos - either actual or methaforical - and whatnot. I'd say perfection is either an illusion or an (almost) constant available state of mind. Many people devote their life in a never ending search for perfection. To me, it seems like it's much up to you. What you want, but also what you are willing to work to achive. If you are able to loose up just enough and let go of worries to be able to take in the perfection of the moment.
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