I have actually never been that much into flowers… but I have always wanted a winter garden where I could spend my time reading. I therefore adore flower shops that not only sell flowers but also have a nice display and you just want to move in.
What could be better than living in a country house style loft that smells like fresh cut grass and a flowery meadow in the spring???
Being someone you are not can be a very alluring thing sometime…
I have to explain… I am currently watching “secret diary of a call girl”… again.
I don’t know what it is about that tv series, and please believe me, I do not wish, ever, to be an escort, but there is something fascinating about it.
I know I am not the only one thinking like this, but no one would ever talk about it. It’s like a lot of things everybody likes to do but would never admit liking them.
I think it’s the whole thing about having a secret life or, especially for women, being self confident, indulging our womanhood and indulging our lives…
There is that whole thing about fantasies… I never had a fantasy (besides pirates) and am always amazed when friends tell me about theirs.
The human mind can bring up a lot of ideas and inexplicable wishes and needs.
But how do you fulfil them?
Can you ever fulfil them?
Like so many other people I always wanted to be someone… or someone else. Please don’t get me wrong; I like the person I have evolved to be. But like everybody else I, sometimes, need to be mean, feel sexy or breakaway from my life. Yep, sounds like a weird James Bond movie.
But don’t we all feel like this?
Don’t we all have secret wishes or secret identities?
How honest can you be with others, or yourself?
Don’t we always long for things and, once we get them, long for more?
The human being is insatiable… I know. But where is the end? And where is the beginning?
What is right and what is wrong?
I know we all ask ourselves the same questions… or not.
Those who know the answer … 42 
… will probably smile reading these questions… but seriously; what’s the point?
What am I doing right? What am I doing wrong? Or… what is the point, period?
Are we living lives on different levels? If that is the case, which one is reality and which one is not? How far can we go? How far do we dare to go?
To dare or not to dare….
