He whispered it to her right before the wind started. It took hold of the paper wings and drew her with it up, up and up. She laughed, a thrilling clear sound. Her dear departed mothers words echoed in her head ‘On wings made of books you can fly far away from this world’. The wind ruffled her…
That makes you smile like you mean it. That makes you laugh. That makes the pain go away. Those who care. Those you believe in. Those who believe in you. Those who wish you only well. Those who deserve better. Those who make you scream. That make you want to cry. These people… Are those who makes life worth living, and makes us hold our heads up high, and withstand all the pain and sorrow.
“France, and the whole of Europe have a great culture and an amazing history. Most important thing though is that people there know how to live! In America they’ve forgotten all about it. I’m afraid that the American culture is a disaster.”—Johnny Depp
How do you picture your future? Where will you be, and with who?
In my future, I can picture myself… Not too different from today, but in a cozy sofa, and two of my best friends around me, sitting partly on the floor and partly in the sofa watching the same movies as today. Having the time of our lives, while I complain about my boyfriend/husband, and some of my stupid colleagues. Then the door opens, and my ‘stupid boyfriend/husband’ walkes in all cute, with roses and ice cream.
…That life is short. Well, we are just humans. How are we supposed to think it’s so (supposedly) short, when each of our lifespans are exactly as long as we are destined to?
We are fragile, small and insignificant.
…I would really want to meet the ‘me’ in another dimension. To see if the ‘me’ would be a better (or worse) person by making the exact opposite choses of those choses I’ve already made. Who would that ‘me’ be?