There are days where life spins you around and doesn't make sense at all
Other days when you only have to go back to sleep, because figuring out what's going on is impossible
Others when you start drawing connections among the events, believing that where you are is actually a result of a relatively logical sequence of related events
...like Bono sings: "some days are better than others"
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But I am sure that I am not only one who...
...somedays believes that life makes a perfect sense, the (in)famous "meaning of life" becomes obvious, even too much and too soon, left with the feeling that you get the whole picture of what you are supposed to do
I have this recurrent feeling these days
that life is somehow a check-list of proverbs
you swim through events
and you check-in the proverb that you experienced on that event
for instance
today I checked-in (and fully understood) the saying"Still waters run deep"
