had a thought today....

I wonder up to what extend one should play the politics and in the end loose oneself... that is the identity of being me. Do I now suddely have to hang on branches that hurts my hands, and make me cry, or can I rather stay swinging on a willow tree - where the river flows. I gues life is a game, played in different styles and different ways. I do believe that somewhere there is a thin line between the politics you play to survive and survival itself. I think I am going to eat two bananas this week... and spoil myself a bit!