The Lonely Life

There are many things you can disagree on: the size of the fish, the shape of the onion, the thickness of the porridge, the kosherness of the meal.

You disagree.
You disagree, because you feel things differently. As a person you want to do things more your way, so you can become balanced, one with your environment. And there you sit, in a fight with him, he, one with his environment. You feel at home in your habits.

Tell me why am I born with an appetite for ice cream in the morning and seeds on the road, why do I prefer tomatoes in the oven, rice cake on the go. Desire for equilibrium I need. Anything else: no.

And so I wait, I wait until I have enough of all these, 'til the ice cream has melted, and birds run away with the seeds. Maybe then I'll be ready for some harmony.