I wanted to post a very long dissertation today, about the lack of a purpose in my life.
But there is no need for long explanations - living with Alberto, supporting him in life and work and hobbies was my purpose.
Now I have no purpose, no goal to reach.
That's it.
I'm drifting in life, following the streams of others, striving just to keep my friends and my family out of my abyss.
And trying every day to distract my mind from the only thought that matters - Alberto is not here. And he will be nevermore.
Today would have been our 29th anniversary. It's just the fourth time I spend it alone.
Period.
See... no longer explanations needed.
