Sweet potato

When i get home, i smile at the baby sweet potato planted in a black square vase in my room, and i have a sip of water from the tap. I start then thinking of how my life feels frozen right now, and i try to tell myself to cheer up, after all i am still alive and breathing, still with a celling over my head, and food enough not to get sick.

It is so easy for us, simple humans, to take the value of life for granted. Sometimes, i cook some cous-cous with sardines or tuna in olive oil, and i feel like having the best meal i've ever had in my life. I always try to buy as much vegetables as i can when i go to the grocery store, but i just can't be as disciplined as i would like to be and the result is coming back home with spaghetti, peanuts, and pizza.

There are many things which i have been reflecting on and, besides death, i try to better understand and accept love, trust and satisfaction. I don't feel guilty all the time now, that's good. I need to get off the couch so i can go and eat something.