It is always on Sunday evening. Just when the weekend is about to slip off, I finally feel rested to focus on my small projects. My hobbies. My creative ideas. But it is too late. The weekend is almost over. I guess two days is just enough to get some sleep, get all the non-work tasks done that build up during the week, get a brain reset consuming some pre-made content (a game, a book, a movie...), and get some much needed fresh air with some outdoor activity. And that is it, the weekend is gone. I plead for a third day. A day for creativity. That day where one paints, writes, makes, sews, programs, plants, or whatever. A day for mental health.

That day one spends a non-trivial amount of time taking "artistic" photos of toothbrushes xD

The concept of a lighthouse has some magic to it. A lighthouse shows the way to safety, standing strong even in the worst thunderstorm. At every age, we all believe that we have figured out the way, no lighthouse needed. As kids, as teenagers, as adults. We all think that we know what we are doing. And to some extent, that makes a lot of sense. It would be devastating to live without believing that one knows the way, even if that is inherently a lie. The key is to be aware that it is a lie. A necessary white lie. And when one inevitably gets lost, fortunately the lighthouse is still there, where lighthouse is just a synonym for any other lost human being.

The way to Lighthouse of Ponta de Sagres, located almost at the very edge of Europe