11 minutes on Sunday
|4:04 PM
Was reading 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho and I quote.
A vicar in a protestant church said something like that in one of his sermons.
“In all the languages in the world, there is the same proverb: “What the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.” Well, I say there isn’t an ounce of truth in it.
The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we’re in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far away from the person we love, everyone we pass in the streets reminds us of them.
Maybe the only time when you are truly able to work overseas is when you have everyone who means anything to you here with you.
Then, why work overseas?
Is this a sign or have I not tried hard enough?
Wandering mind on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Music: Enya – My! My! Time Flies (All I listen to these days)
moo.
Daneo.
-got milk?-
