I have to admit. I'm quite lazy, well at least that is what they tell me.
They just do not know, while I'm sitting there on the couch I can not relax neither can I be productive.
I just sit there and my thoughts are running a marathon. I sit and think about life, about history and future.
I think about my loved ones and I worry about the world.
I remember a conversation with a old friend, on a bus far far away. I asked her what she was thinking when she was looking out the window. She answered me that she wasn't thinking about anything, and she meant it.  I was surprised, is that even possible? If I'm not thinking I have buzz in my head,  like a radio playing all the time.
Can this be stress?