my month away

I have had a month off from work, never happened for me. It's always been a Friday last day and a Monday first day for me.

Wish I could say I did very productive during the month but I did nothing. Nothing. And I am fine with it, even though my brain tells me that I am wasting valuable time. But what is time, really, if not to spend on nothing.We grind and work and hustle. All to make enough money to go on vacation to do nothing.

(Well some people pack their vacations with itineraries.)

But not me, my vacations are filled with nothing.

I love people watching. Sleeping. Meals with no videos in front of my face.

Reading books probably is the only thing I do that counts for doing something.

Entering worlds where I don't believe I belong in but want to insert myself in anyway.

Going on journeys to the worlds' ends. Fighting in wars with imaginary fantasy creatures.

Falling in love with the guy next door.

Things you don't know about in life. Never experienced.

I walk with warriors and elves and fairies and giants. Trees that talk and going into mazes underground that leads you to other places in the world.

Like those teleport portals.

That is what I do.

And that is okay.

(I think.)