Me this Saturday

Its 37 minutes past midnight and I am listening to one of my favorite songs, it says:

ياران ره عشق منزل ندارد وين بحر مواج ساحل ندارد
باری که حملش نايد ز گردون جز ما ضعيفان حامل ندارد

It's by seraj. Tonight I downloaded some of Krishnamurti's books. The last times I had tried to do so I was unsuccessful. Today was a day for itself. I am not sorry for the way it went neither am I proud. So let it be.