thoughts on the way home...

There are two screaming kids on the bus...
One right in front of me, on her mother's lap, jumping up and down, crying her big brown eyes out, and the other one right behind me, next to her mother, enthusiastically shouting 'There's a car! Another one! There's a car, too!'... and so on and so forth...
I don't think I would mind if aliens did indeed exist and decided to kidnap me.
Right now.
Not at all.

thoughts on being important...

I guess everyone, at one point in one's life, wished their life was more important.
That their oh so insignificant life would one day change the world we know.

I always dreamed of becoming a writer. Someone who writes a book, just because one could, and suddenly one gets published, and becomes rich just like... J.K. Rowling, Stephenie Meyer, or even E.L. James.

Unfortunately I was not blessed with the needed talent to write a masterpiece and so this blog will have to do. For now.

Who knows, maybe one day inspiration will come and hit me in the face - 
hopefully with a book.