Being with family and doing literally nothing for a couple of weeks was quite uplifting, to be honest. I have been doing some soul searching and travelling for more than a year and not having a proper place and a proper bed was taking its tolls on me, somehow psychologically I was depleted, and physically well, a bit puffy for the liking, I haven’t been doing much exercise, apart from one month kind of running and going to the “gym” for an hour or so until I met some of the greatest people I have ever met in Australia, not to say that I won’t be meeting great people, but they were the best and I will always remember them and I still do. Every time I think about that period of my life, I always end up being quite melancholic, there is this mix of feelings that go through me, like if I was trying to mix a salad dressing on me, there’s some sadness but with a twist of happiness, a crisp of sorrow mixed with a spoonful of joy, those moments were just the best and sometimes I do wonder when will that happen ever again. Only if time could tell me, only if my experience as a person could ever teach me how to be that happy again, only if there was something or someone out there to tell me, that to be happy, there is a secret recipe, but a recipe for one’s happiness might not the recipe for others. However that won’t stop my everlasting search for happiness and as I search for that wonderful recipe, I might have to enjoy every minute of it, cherishing the past but not holding it, appreciate the past and learn the mistakes but not be afraid of making more mistakes, because life is about learning, learning to survive, that is why, everyone makes their own recipe and everyone has its own taste of happiness, its own vision of what makes them happy. For me nothing too sour or bittersweet!
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