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Here I am, in my favourite cosy corner of the world. Costa coffee, all by myself, with a laptop and internet. It's the weekend. I owe nobody nothing, people around me are reasonably ok... and thus, life is pretty much ok. It's Christmas time again, and the magic is in the air. I wonder how the Westerners have managed to preserve the sacred festive spirit of Christmas through all these years.. through globalisation and capitalism, the location of Santa Claus has still remains the best kept secret in the world... impossible to decipher one would think, until about 10. The world more or less speaks the same language... and manages to communicate and share through linguistic and cultural barriers. Things just work. Life always moves forward, despite the odds and sometimes dire circumstances. In the end, what really matters? Smile, love, happiness, joy of living, living and sharing the moment. That's what they all say, that's what I feel too, after being through a fair bit. I love my extremes, my patterns, my coffee, my curiosity. This is what makes me who I am, for good or bad, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. There is an orchestra playing out in the open, at every moment, one just needs to tune into it. Let the rhythm engulf you. Feel the bliss of the moment. Enjoy the moment, for all it's flavour - enchanting and horrific. Feel true passion and pain, while always being a step away from stepping back and letting the moment soak in. I like to call it life sync, I used to call it ptsyncgruality.

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