One step, one breath, one movement of brush

I would like to ask why sometimes things seem to be bigger than ourselves, then our forces and energies. Sometimes they are somewhere outside, sometimes they just occupi the whole living room and they look so huge to us: thoughts, things to be done, things to be tidied, situations to consider, email keeping going through our head.
Other times, we just start trying to do one piece at a time, one step at a time. As in "Momo" by Michael Ende, the long big road will never be cleaned if you consider it in its completeness, but it will be cleaned if you just focus on every step, "a step, a breath, a movement of the brush; a step, a breath, a movement of the brush"...
And so, at the end, when you sit down after having reached your little goal, you find out that the living room is empty, or tided, and that your mind is happier, and more satisfied of having considered all available possibilities.
And it seems, things just solve by themselves. Your effort was much tinier than expected. And you could even go on, one step, one breath... 

Writing, moving, sleeping

I would like to ask whether it makes more sense, now, to write something here or just to go to bed. I wanted to try to write something every day, or every couple of days, but the fact that I am moving is taking me so much energy and effort and time and thinking, that I am not able, in these days, to also think about something to say and then write it.

Unaware boys

I would like to ask whether the boys on the tram today see the lady who was trying to reach the tram door at the station. She was too slow on her wheelchair, she touch the button for opening the sliding door too late. But the boys could have just press the one to get out, and she would have managed.
I don't think they saw her. They were probably not mean, just distracted. They were looking at the newest mobile phone one of them had, and playing a game. They completely forgot about the rest of the world.

Changes and complains

I would like to ask why people like to be always in the same situation, telling about it, complaining about it, and be careful that nothing changes.

Skills for everyone and own limits

I would like to ask why it is so difficult to accept that we are not good at doing something. I am sure that everyone has some qualities and skills, but I can also imagine that everyone is not able to do everything. Even if he wants to learn everything, he might just not be able to. It is maybe what most people call "untalented".

The fog

I would like to ask whether you know that smell, the one given by billions of tiny drops of water suspended in the cold air on the early morning or early evening. The same one that still has also a shadow of something else, maybe cut grass, fallen leaves, smog, train brakes, and almonds. The same one which makes your clothes feel wet without pouring water, which let you walk in a sensation of fluidity, as if air and water would have mixed forming no sparks but water bubbles. And so levitating while swim-walking one tries to find the known landscape outside the own apartment door, but everything is disappearing in this fluid: in the fog.

Moving boxes

I would like to ask what is the best strategy to pack your things if you are going to leave them to plow ocean waves for 8 weeks and you eventually hope to get them back in a not too moldy state. Actually, maybe the first question would be what are the things that fit in the bag you will carry with you, and which ones are all the other ones. No matter which criteria I applied for finding an answer, I always got something completely useless: either you think about all the stuff you could not have and you would still exist - and then you think, why do I have all this crap? and it does not really help. Or, you try to "save" your favorite clothes and the important documents and precious belonging, for then finding out they will never fit in your bag.