No rain, no flowers

What goes up must come down. So here we are, third day of rain. Andreas can't find his allergy pills and I must have eaten something no bueno, I'll spare you the details. Yet here we are, humans, and as humans we desperately need to seek for a meaning in everything. 

"Man can stand the most incredible hardships when he is convinced that they make sense", says Jung. Same goes for woman I assume.

These rainy days make sense in the way they give me time to read and reflect. More on our need for meaning and CG Jung to come as I'm slightly obsessed with both topics.

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