Familylife.

Laying on the floor, laughing. Laughing at laying on the floor, and don't bother getting up. Laughing at mom who is laughing at me. Laughing at my little sister who gives us a weird look. Laughing at dad who comes up the stairs to see his fifteen years old daughter laying on the floor as a dishcloth, totally cracking up. Laughing because of the fact that if anyone walked past the house, the person would hear four voices laughing. Laughing at the fact that life is good.
Dry my eyes and start laughing again because my make-up is ruined and smeared all over my face.

GPS.

"When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down: "Happy." They told me I didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life."

It scares me - the fact that I do not know what I want to do with my life. No, I'll take that back. I know what I want considering everything - education, sport, writing, photo, everything - I just don't know how to get there. If I'd have a GPS, then everything would have been just fine - unfortunately, I don't think they sell a GPS specialdesigned for decisions and choices of the right way to go in life just yet.

Some days I would like to be a boy.

Fast cars that disappears before you manage to turn your head properly, and that leaves you with exploded ears and head by the end of the first lap. Screaming people, little space and engines just slightly bigger than the one in the familycar. An announcer yelling all over the place, nasal and enthusiastic, and that silent wish for being able to be in the racing car for nothing more than one round, just to feel the kick of speed and motion. Daytona 500, and even though I didn't really bother to sit there and watch 208 laps, was it still insane.

Runaway.

... Maybe it wasn't all that bad after all. Maybe all he needed was one person knowing about his efforts. Maybe everything would turn out just fine; Maybe this was a happy ending. He forced his legs to run even faster, he could hear she started to run too, and her laughter was somewhere in front of him. He felt the cooled sand under his bare feet, and how the waves slowly reached shore and washed away their footprints. Yes, this was his happy ending.

I just figured I can't do close-ups and that I am, for the first time in history, somewhat satisfied with my shortstories.

When Earth's last picture is painted.

When Earth's last picture is painted

And the tubes are twisted and dried

When the oldest colors have faded

And the youngest critic has died

We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it

Lie down for an aeon or two

'Till the Master of all good workmen

Shall put us to work anew

And those that were good shall be happy

They'll sit in a golden chair

They'll splash at a ten league canvas

With brushes of comet's hair

They'll find real saints to draw from

Magdalene, Peter, and Paul

They'll work for an age at a sitting

And never be tired at all.

And only the Master shall praise us.

And only the Master shall blame.

And no one will work for the money.

No one will work for the fame.

But each for the joy of the working,

And each, in his separate star,

Will draw the thing as he sees it.

For the God of things as they are!

-Rudyard Kipling.

Think. Understand. Find wisdom. 

Rebirth.

I found it too sad to have an English blog just laying around here, for nothing good at all. I found it too sad that all not-norwegian-speaking people out there couldn't understand me. I found it too sad that I couldn't communicate with people speaking other languages than my own. So, I guess I'm back in business. Sort of. I still think it's too weird to write in English, only because I don't want to humiliate myself with all sorts of grammar-mistakes or misspelled words or what so ever.

We'll see what happens - the funny thing here is that I decided to restart the English blog in a time when I honestly have no idea how to write down what I want to write. I can't find the right words, they're lost somewhere between the blonde head and the quick fingers on the keyboard. I definitely can't find the right English words - it's hard enough to put it down in the deepest parts of my mind. But I'm cool with it. Have you ever experienced those moments when you don't really care at all, and all you want is to focus on your existence, and realize that Life's good today? Oh, these funny moments of life.