Pouring rain

It never rains but it pours is one of those sayings that sometimes ring too true. Right now it seems to be such a time in my world. And even if one is adamant to try and look at it from a bright side, well brightish anyway, it is damn hard sometimes.

I do believe that most things, if not all, happen for a reason, that the tiniest little thing leads to another, and yet another thing and in the end it's a whole web. A life-web.

And even the hardest of times can be overcome by the thought that after this everything will be better and sunnier. It's an experience in the web of life that meant something, a piece of the life puzzle. No matter how difficult it is to hold on to that, at that particulary cloudy moment, it is so true. A simple truth.

Because in the end, the most interesting people are the ones who have a story to tell, a story that's not full of only success and sunny days, but a story of a more complex nature. And complexity in nature and personality is always more intriguing and appealing - well, with some exceptions I suppose...

A bit of sadness and sorrow, a bit of sun and happiness, tears and laughters, all those ingredients are what make a whole person, an interesting human. A compassionate being. And not just a shallow, boring, superficial twerp.

Without going into the more specific and personal details as to why, I was pretty low when I began writing this. Then I got a call from a friend who was rather upset about something, perhaps not a very important thing as that, but still it began to rain - and when I told her about my days of late it really began to pour. But as most often with this scorpio-friend of mine, the pour ended in liberating laughter.

And in the end I'm just really, really angry about how some things work in the Swedish system. The so called social welfare system some people love to brag about, the system that doesn't work half as well as one might think.

That system which in the end probably is far more trouble than it's worth - both on a large as well as on a small scale. A welfare system that's a web, and not a security-kind of web but a treacherous spider's web.

The question to ponder is, how does one get oneself free of that web? A web that in the end seem to have a tendency to overturn rather than help. Maybe a good drench is the answer.