1st Friday

Anyone knowing me is certain I'm a fucking lucky and happy person, based on 3 simple things: I live in Ireland, a very picturesque place for whom has the right eyes to see it, I work for one of the biggest companies in the world and I'm happily married with one very nice man.

What's impressive and frustrating about people in general is their native inclination for being unhappy and unsatisfied with what they have. I'm the typical example of this annoying kind: if I'm in open field I want to go on that hill and if I'm on the top of the so much desired hill I'm dying to climb the fucking mountain in front of me. And when, after reaching the top, I stay just a bit longer than the time to breath the fresh air, I'm so willing to catch that bright star very very far away that hurts..I'm sure that some of you, readers of this words can understand me quite well. Just because you're the same as me: poor tormented, unhappy people always willing to reach the top of the world if possible. Do not tell me: you get bored easily, can't stand mediocrity and envy those ones who can.