Make my day
Here comes a message I want to live for every day of my life. You only live once. Once. Life is way to short to have boring och do something you find meaningless. It really is. IT REALLY IS, SO WAKE UP. Why are you doing something you don't want to do? To be good? For who? Sooo tragic. Why do you choose to whine when you can laugh about all the comic situations of life? Why do you worry instead of beliveing that everything is gonna be ok.
(I don't think it's a good idea to smile-like-we-mean-it-smile 24/7, but that's not really my point at all. To be down sometimes is a essential part of life. I talked about this while eating my breakfast in the most cosy english cafe with my friend Bianca this morning. Our conclusion: There is no more terrible thing than a constant fake-smile on someone's face. But a pure smile for less than one second, a smile with your eyes can make your day. By the way, I ate a toast banana cake which I LOVED).
Occasionaly I just wake up and thinking about when I'm old, it would be a nighmare if I sat there and ask myself why I didn't dare to live. And by the way I want to live when I'm an old lady as well.
Ok then. Where is my sense of homour? Serious serious Hanna, ease up. My funny stories I used to tell....
Well here is one.
Me and Bianca at a party.
We ate a lot of cakes and sat in the sofa for hours and nothing seemed to happens. No really good converasations. No really good music. We looked at each other and we both knew we were thinking the same thought. This atmosphere is so killing all kind of creativity.
-Is something going to happen here? Bianca asked me.
-Seems that this tea party never gonna turn to something else. I said.
-Why are we here then? Bianca asked.
-We're in fucking Brighton, have we forgotten? There're lots of pubs. I said.
-Let's go then.
I waved gentle with my hand to the rest of the party members.
-Where are you think you're going?
-Out. I said.
-But we're coming with you.
-Sure, I said.
-We're going now, Bianca said, NOW.
-But we must wait for everyone.
(Everyone is including 20 different persons wishes)
-Goodbye. I said.
And we went. Took our bottle of wine and walked to the south lanes. It was so much nicer to talk about weird and right-on conversations, so tierd of going around the real point.
