I could write about blues, about tears and moans, but what purpose would it have? No, it's of no use looking at the half empty glass left behind and missing what's gone, it's even worse if what's been experienced with that sweet beverage has been so good, or has made us feel happier than we had ever been.

Maybe, the importance lays on being able to stand again, againts all odds, to know that at least for a short time full happiness has been experienced, and to know that if you once have been, then you can be again, it's a matter of finding the right time, the right things, the right one. Whatever's happened, it seems invalid to see it as a waste of time. Some way or another it defines a path to be followed and it's our choice not to ever run into the same old rock.

What's unpleasant to remind shall we erase, no rancour shall be felt, one day it would be good to remember the good we made, to laugh at those funny stories we had, to be aware of what's been learnt.

For what future might bring, I just want it to surprise. Surprise me.