| Posted at 05:58 PM on August 16, 2009 |
Is it strange to take a liking in persons, whose weirder traits you seem to incorporate later in life? Would it be possible that one knows already as a child what lingers in deep grounds inside you, and will come out in later years?

Possibly, one could as well say that we model ourselfs after the persons whom we find ourselves take an interest in. But whom would live the life of these women. No one takes up a cross that lightly, nobody developes a problem on purpose. It just happens. Whether by the choices we made at a certain point, karma, or by things which are not in our power, they happen to us.

They happen to us...
That makes it sound like we do not have a choice. We deny we have a problem, we can control it all, because we are all wonderwoman.
Even wonderwoman tends to have her day off every now and then..
Oh!!! This ordinary life is a waste
And I'll never own a red cape
But still my mind can fly and bake you perfect apple pie!
Cause were all little old me's
Dealing with the same old things!
Still stuck on my island, where I am still whom I always was, still possessing the same troubles which bothered people whom I take an interest in. An interest which only grows now I know that I resemble them in this...
There is no easy way to tell how one grows to this... but once in it, you are not likely to grow out of it anytime soon.
C'est la possibilité d'un île...
Categories: Filosofie, Persoonlijk