The race of life is crazy. Day after day after day. Struggle after struggle.

Only hope lies in finding happiness in small things. In moments of silence, of beauty, of ecstasy, even of sleep. Amidst this cacophony of crowds, competition, cynicism, insecurity...



Every day that passes without an accident, an unpleasantness, without lightning striking my precarious existence.... is actually something to be thankful for. So if I see it that way, the cup of happiness is overflowing... There are some jolts once in a while, but it is always replenshed...