"Cathedrals in my Heart"

Yes, Coldplay has taken over my holiday spirit. They are oficially awesomeness personified.
Passion. A deep-rooted, quiet, overwhelming passion, is what I can describe at best, at present. There's a splendidly liberating calm when one re-discovers one's sense of belonging to a place. When it is further emphasized, despite one's love for it. It is reciprocation for the love you give it. Every city has it's own strand of DNA sequenced out for it, just the way humans do. You either have a gene, or you don't. There's a reason why atatchment to places is easier (and maybe preferrable) than to people (not that I'm against being attached to people!). Science apart, I believe there are 'psychological' genes that govern emotional/mental traits, behaviour. And I have have found a place, in my adult life, that has that gene- the one that opens its heart to you, after you have, to it. To give, and to give whole-heartedly is not something many can do, or should I re-phrase: many would "like" to do. But this place that I'm referring to, has. No expectations, no obligations, unconditionally. Impossibly optimistic, you might say? Well, cynicism doesn't get you anywhere anyway.

My first day back, and even though I wasn't jumping around all over the place, like I usually do- I got a chance to unload, to dust my hands, to re-affirm my beliefs and set faith going. For it is indeed in the simple joys. I walked today, almost twice around the area of the city I currently am in. With a friend, who I thought I would not see for at least another year, but what can I say - life has been kind. We walked so much that we didn't realize how cold it was until we had to climb stairs and our joints protested! I counted my blessings today, and vowed to attempt to put behind all things unsatisfying, not altogether, but one by one, after getting through them. For I do not believe in denial or escapade.

Merry Christmas, folks!