On Living or Do you remember Mrs Dalloway

“Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.”

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

You can always only do your best.

And sometimes this is so hard. So amazingly hard.

Because your best is just so small compared to everything out there.

But somewhere, somebody is watching. And caring about what you do.

And at that point your best changes the world.

It is so much about support.

It is all about support.

I think it is not only the world of art that holds so much expectation, pressure and pain. We fight all the time. And bite and work and sweat and learn new things and the more you know the less you know. So hard to deal with this.

And seeing others that don't care nearly as much but still get by, day by day, just hurts so much.

And who can actually say that “they” don't care as much, who am I to judge!?

Living calmly, centered, healthy and with the Universe.

This life is not made for living this way.

And still I want no compromise.

I need to be reminded because I forget.

And to remind myself is so hard.

So I search for support.

I search for support all the time.

P.