Sometimes I feel like I'm falling to pieces, or better said, that I already have.
Crumbled on the street, stepped on, resembling patterns of shoe soles.
If you would have asked me 10 years ago, "What do you want to be, Sussanna?", I could have told you my wildest dreams, my biggest fantasies.
"I want to be an artist, I want to be a teacher, I want to be me."
It's crazy how your hopes and wishes can get shattered by just one thing...
Success is what makes you feel good. People that say it is only love, only money, must be living in their own dream world and have never experienced how it is to have no perspective, nothing, on which you could hold yourself. To just live.
Standing still is a danger that is often underestimated.
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Blog Book - English Edition
Non-FictionJust some of my thoughts and worries, written down.
