In this little corner of the world, in the bottom bunk of a hostel in Belgrade, listening to “Duvet” by Bôa, I become whole. It’s 9:30 in the morning, and the tiredness I feel brings me to a state of peace with the world. Life isn’t perfect, but it has beautiful moments, and even in the less good times, one must be tired enough to have the right calmness and tranquility to embrace them.
I am grateful for who I am, or rather, I am grateful to the world for letting me be who I appear to be today, even though I am not who I would like to be.
Ataraxia is possible, it’s in these moments of harmony with the world. Belgrade woke up more beautiful, or maybe it was me waking up a little more than yesterday.
