tttt.

It's almost 0:30 in the morning.
I used to and I still should go to sleep before 11, considering all I have to do, considering the time I have to get up at.

But there's just too much...
I don't know how to say it.
...too much on my mind perhaps.
I like the sound of it - it feels innocent.
Doesn't it?
I'm starting to get bad on deciding what is innocent, and what isn't.
I've always believed in people.
I still try to.
Though some people give me every possible reason not to.
And not many of those who'd do otherwise.
My backstage knowledge of political machinations here in Prague doesn't help a bit.
In this regard, I know more than I should. That's the dark side of having connections.
Well, not that I'd have made that connections personally.
But chatting a former minister of finance, when he visited my family's house was... eye-opening.

And people, including myself, keep blabbering about their petty little problems.
Not knowing there are problems of far more grave importance,
that, if not solved, might significantly affect their lives.
It's comfortable, to not know.
But comfortable might not always be the best.