Definition: The making of happy and unexpected discoveries by accident or when looking for something else; such a discovery.
Hmm….pondering the big stuff…should I blame the sleep deprivation or the planets? Probably both. My cousin is convinced the planets are aligned and saturn is doing something quite loopy and special, but really, who can say.
If there is no God, or no such thing as fate, then why do such small decisions, random acts of kindness or cruelty end up having such huge impacts? Now I am not one to play the “what-if” game as you are bound to only lose, and do your head in, but there are so many tiny things that have literally changed my life, and opened my eyes in ways I would not have imagined, even months ago.
Oh, all the world for a crystal ball, she laments. To probably glance into a future of being found alone in my flat, listening to “suicide FM” sad radio, drinking cider and crying into my flanny PJ’s. Ah the life…
Idag var jag paa Ikea, och faatt Sverige-laengtan saa mycket att det neatan gjoerde ont. Fundera paa ordspraak “Borta aer bra men hemma aer baesta”. Ja, det maaste jag saeger, det aer sant. Men min fraagar aer, Vart aer hemma? Ibland saa kaennar mig saa vaeldigt ensam, och inte en manniska som aer en av gruppen, en av samhaellet. Alltid paa den yttre….kanske. Det finns daa naagra folk som jag kaennar mig “hemma” hos, men bara naagra. Tror jag att det aer detsamma foer alla, eller aer det bara jag?
