This is my story about my preparations to, and living in a country where many parts've never even seen white people.

Struck by beauty

Publicerad 2016-05-07 07:46:36 i Allmänt,

Meeting this beautiful piece of art from our maker, being struck by her voice, forcing yourself not to stare, hoping to be noticed.

The moments you'll never get back
The seconds a long way off from the track
The moments infused in your skull
The seconds reliving, letting them shape who you are over and over.

Wishing you'd said something more, only able to utter a few words, hoping it'll make some change in that persons life but still realizing that moment in time was just that one moment.

Wishing you'd get them back, but when seeing what's impossible you starts dreaming of new times with new chances. Knowing the odds will be knocking you over again and again you start thinking about other times, being a part of yourself when absolutely nothing should've gone right amazingly did so anyhow.

Never coming to the conclusion until by chance getting to work with children not even half my age with what feels like more brain-capacity than my friends who 3 times my age are still complaining about things more likely to annoy somebody who hasn't left the house and read gosip the last 5 years, which would be quite accurate for some of them.

Age is just a number, nothing more, nothing less. To quote Zulibreaks.


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