As I wrote in my last post, there comes a time when the need to sort things down becomes impossible to ignore. Everything seems to be flying around, thoughts are messed up, fragments of present seem to be confused with those from past - and the ability to focus on something becomes heavily impaired.

Taking a break seems like the best thing to do in this situation; sometimes you need to move away from the things you love, just to be able to appreciate them more later.

But enough about this. As a closing quote, I'd like to mention a few words from Nietzsche, that seem to say exactly the opposite:

"One must still have chaos in oneself, in order to give birth to a dancing star."

When does the "chaos" become too much of a burden?