An ode and toast to the "unfinished": a synonyme to life itself, and a bridge of similarities between us all. In the end of the road that's all we will have, "unfinished" dreams, projects and stories - and you know what, I am happy it is this way, because I can't stand when I finish a good book and I can't read it anymore, I can't stand to read a finished story again, I don't like ends, I would not stand a finished life story, I prefer that everything is in a state of unfinished, a book waiting to be written - a toast to the "unfinished" :)

That is my positve side talking. But in truth I know that that is not what you really meant, it is about the daily life and fights with time, daily tasks, organizing life and our inner will to survive. My real self struggles with that word too more than I would lile to admit ("you dind't finished that project, that book, that work, that idea, that study etc." "you should be more this or that by this time in your life", "shame on you etc.") - bah, to hell with the finished, today I want to toast to the unfinished, because that is the reason we are all gathered in here today: if we had not unfinished evolutions, unfinished stories to tell, unfinished adventures to live, unfinished things to learn, our souls would no be here right now in this moment living this unfinished story called life, a growing soul travelling trought the universe space and time - a toast to the now and to us :)

Sorry for the exaggerated and dramatic writting, it sounded fun to do :) Was nice to read a new blog post from you and to know you are doing ok and enjoying your slow mornings and life, I love them too, I am a slow mornigns person :) Your blog post made me remember of my favourite poet of all time, Fernando Pessoa, mainly this poem of his that reads:

«Segue o teu destino,
Rega as tuas plantas,
Ama as tuas rosas.
O resto é a sombra
De árvores alheias.

A realidade
Sempre é mais ou menos
Do que nos queremos.
Só nós somos sempre
Iguais a nós-proprios.

Suave é viver só.
Grande e nobre é sempre
Viver simplesmente.
Deixa a dor nas aras
Como ex-voto aos deuses.

Vê de longe a vida.
Nunca a interrogues.
Ela nada pode
Dizer-te. A resposta
Está além dos deuses.

Mas serenamente
Imita o Olimpo
No teu coração.
Os deuses são deuses
Porque não se pensam.»

Rough translation (to sleepy and tired, 00:57, sorry for any mispelling and bad english):

«Follow your destiny,
Water your plants,
Love your roses.
The rest is the shadow
From oblivious trees.

Reality
Is always more or less
Made from what we want.
Only we can always always be
What in reality ourselfs are.

Soft is to live alone.
Great and noble is always
To live simply.
Let the pain in the altar
As an ex-vow to the gods.

See life from afar.
Never interrogate her.
She nothing can
Tell ya. The answer
Is far beyond the gods.

But serenely
Imitate Olympus
In your heart.
The gods are gods
Because they don't think about themselfs»
[not very good translation in this last verse: it is an unusual verb play in a sentence not used in english, hard to translate: something like "to be thinked about by yourself"]

A toast to slow mornings and long nights, going to sleep now - a toast to your Blog and an happy day U+1F942