Paradise isn't a place, it's a feeling

I am sitting in our candle-lit apartment, trying to fight off the darkness outside. I am covered by two blankets and layers of clothing trying to heat up my cold body. While sipping on my morning coffee my mind is drifting. Drifting back to our adventure in Thailand and all the memories we created in only 11 short days.

We came back yesterday, and as always when returning from sunny and warm days, back to darkness and the shivering cold I start questioning it all; Why do we live here? Are our routines swallowing us whole? Isn’t there more to life than running around, checking off one “important” thing after another from our long to-do lists? Isn’t life to short to be doing anything else than enjoying it?

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I sit here and just let the thoughts come and go, like always. Because in a day or two I am back to normal. Back to the routines I do love, the job i really enjoy and my friends and family I love having around. And like always I come to the realisation that paradise isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. Sometimes I just need a little break from reality to remind myself of that.

Lots of love from Henriette Sophia