The Pilgrimage of my own saturday night

so this is the so called saturday night

with no lover

no mood of going out

first day of period

hell of stomach ache

the feeling of ‘everything was wrong with no reason’

no music, all in silence

accompanied with a cup of hot black coffee

end up reading The Pilgrimage.

ps: all those words that Paulo Coelho stated on his book are just somehow true.

“Time isn’t something that always proceeds at the same pace. It is we who determine how quickly time passes.”

and it has been 6 hours since i got home, touched down my bed, and held the book.