why was i born?

It's a nice day, it's sunny, I'm sitting on the swing in my small garden, having a cold glass of pomegranate juice, and listening to Billie Holiday singing:

Why was I born?
Why am I livin'?
What do I get?
What am I givin'
Why do I want for things
I dare not hope for?
What can I hope for?
I wish I knew.

I'm meditating.. I'm thinking about life, love, the future, the past, Ali, family, friends.. I close my eyes.. I enjoy the feeling of the nice cold breeze flirting with my hair.. I'm getting poetic.. I'm meditating..

I open my eyes.. I hear the buzzing of a big bee coming towards me.. I'm scared.. I run inside the kitchen, I see that the washing is done and I have to air the laundry, I pass by the pile of books on the dining table and remeber the loads of reading I have to do today. I hear Billie now saying:

Can't you see
What love and romance have done to me
I'm not tthe same as I used to be
This is my last affair

I'm blogging.. :) God, I love it.

Mai