Quiet life, what is that? Is it living slowly, walking slowly, leaving ten minutes earlier than I should so I don’t have to run. Living alone, being alone and not seeing it as a problem, because it has always been so. I have had to accept it. Learning to accept things one cannot change, but change oneself is what one can do. There has never been any other option for me for some reason. There is a difference and I feel it. It is sad to get responses how life should be lived. They are people who don’t see beyond their own and think what they have is the ultimate perfection. Quiet is nor minor or lower. I’m not sure is it opposite to fast at all. It is different, that is some perfection for me, but still for me perfection does not exist. There is always a flaw. It has been difficult to work with people who suppose, assume, think they know, nervously doing things as much as they can, speak as much as they can.  Nervousness of being put, what is the difficulty. Staying still, that is how I learned to imagine and observe. To welcome change, I wish others would too welcome it, find it. It is due to my curiosity towards life, what is in me, what I can be and do. To be better, kinder and happier. Western way of living is odd, or is it just that. Is it humanity, its interests and ambitions that fail. Illusions of more, a lot and plenty, or how much. Don’t diminish and put down, encourage. Possibilities are endless in you.

There is the thing of isolation, which is meant to serve some purpose I’m not sure, but I think it is to be a punishment of being what you are. And letting you know you are different and not wanted. I know I’m different, it is clear. It can be good and bad different depends how the difference is viewed. It is actually hilarious. ()