" What brought you up here?”
“I don’t really know. I wanted a bit of silence and this roof view is great at night. It seemed as good a place as any.”
“For what?”
“Hmm?”
“As good a place as any for what?”
To be, I guess. Sometimes I come home, drenched in the chaos out there. And being there, I feel like everything screams at me. Everything reminds me of the chaos. Everything reminds me of a responsibility or something. My desk full of papers reminds me that I have so much overdue stuff. My personal schedule doesn’t help. I get to the kitchen and remember that I haven’t called the plumber yet because the hours fell short. And then there it is: My bed. That tempting escape. Always watching me or calling me to take a little break. And if I give in and throw myself on it, there comes that guilt; where as much as you know that you deserve a moment to disconnect, there’s a voice in the back of your head screaming that you could be doing something better, but your whole body refuses. So, I assume it is for that silence. "

― Jean Paul Vizuete , Arena