Thought #3. The end justifies the means.
Beniatjar, Valencia. Sunday afternoon. Lolling around on the Calvary, the sun glaring right in my eyes , I feel rejuvenated . Our body has been designed to overcome difficulties . The brain can providentially forget those trifling fears that sometimes are able to keep us sleepless , staring up at our bedroom ceiling all night long. Sucre is lying on a stone bench by me, quiet and peaceful. Wagging his tail occasionally as a sign of happiness. Aware of the companionable silence , who knows? No other human being around to talk to, I can free my mind. There is no single niggling worry at the back of my head. I can now do my own thing . Sometimes a bit of self-awareness and selfishness is not harmful. The end justifies the means .