The dream

The dream

I have just signed for a new lair, and as soon as the place is in order I plan to start playing seriously again. The plan as in all cases, hard grind, but it seems more difficult all the time to work up the steam. I hate laziness and thus I hate myself a little bit right now. I try to persuade myself that I must pull myself together and get started but it will not be as easy as when I lived in a cramped 160-squarefeet-student room. Then, life was hopeless and so therefore I fought so hard to make it better. Now when I got it significantly better, compared to how it was, I have discovered that humans in general tend to be satisfied and that it is the most dangerous thing there is in my eyes. It is easy to forget the dream if you have reached the short target (to get out of that dreadful cramped little student place). It is not wrong to enjoy things a bit but to be comfortable and enjoy for a too long time is stupid. I look forward to Killarney and then the return to my new pad and a return to the tables.