mazel tov

and there I was.



it was a saturday. and I suddenly had the feeling, "this might be the last"



so i closed my eyes, and breathed everything that i could breathe in... I know, deep inside, and i mean, deep deeep inside, that I gave the best I can give to this something that I am really passionate about. And the thought that that might be the last time I can give such effort, I can proudly say that I did. I really did. Some people might say and think otherwise, and thwart my intentions, but all I have to remember is where this flame is coming from. That no matter how other people may see it, it will be outweighed by fulfillment, or the least, a sense of satisfaction, way better than during out time.



it was dark, and chilly, but i can see people's smiles and laughters and i was beaming a sense of pride for myself for having made something worth remembering and worth smiling at.



so i clasped a prayer. and told God that if this will be the last, i thank him for such passion. if time will come that I haveto put these set of flames to rest, at least let it leave a little spark...



...for some reason, I really thought it was the last. And if it really was, then it's time for meto set adrift. that is, if.



mazel tov.