There are times when there is nothing to say, nothing to tell to anyone.
Heaven is a place, where nothing ever happens.
This is from a Talking Heads song.
Yesterday I was having lunch with my family in a Greek restaurant.
Suddenly I was blamed for not being communicative.
I wonder how this came to happen?
I think, that I was too balanced, too happy, too relaxed to have any stories to tell.
Wait a moment!
I can tell about that instead of moaning and complaining, I can say how good it fells to be free, to be healthy, to be loved and to love.
However, most people seem to prefer disaster and suffering to positive stories.
I am not sure about that anymore, even as an Austrian (a country with a severe moaning tradition).
So instead of being silent (that's important enough in many other situations) I will communicate.
I feel fine.
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