Listening to music and thinking of every single issue in life, every single doubt ad fear I sudenly picture myself as a 70 year old woman, with my hole life behind me. White hair, even shorter, no the same strengh, but calm...still calm. A lifetime passed and I wonder what were these issues in this life? I dont think any of them will even matter by then (or at least that's what's promissed right?)...things will have passed, Ill have been gone trough the great and the worst things in life, those no one can ascape from. So I come back to where I am and breathe. Deep. Trying to get some of that calm for now - do not desperate - to know that these too, shall definitely pass, and life will run as it does until every string of my hair has gone white. Or not. But then...this too shall not matter.

Fifteen years later, the world still seems a lot better in my many books 

so I get lost in these worlds while I figure out my own.