It's 19.17, a quiet evening full of piano notes... From Chopin to Dvorak without forgetting Satie, Rachmaninov and Debussy.

I was in the shower, immersed in a cloud of steam, when I realised that all I was feeling right now was just that... Feelings. I'd been studying closely how my moods evolved or changed over time and suddenly it dawned on me that there were ways to override moods to replace them with the ones I want. All I had to do was focus my mind. I did, and the heavy cloud lifted slowly to leave me relaxed and... calm.

I'm not going to waste my time crying over poor little self. I'm going to do exactly what I sense is right and I'm not going to look back.

Nothing is over and nothing is hopeless unless you're dead inside. And I'm not dead inside. Most people are, although they often can't see it, but I'm certainly not.