Hon går upp, sömnig, trött, vill sova. Hon svär åt väckarklockan fast i hemlighet, någonstans i hennes inre inuti, där ler hon finurligt. Det är ju gnistrande snö trots den mulna himmelen idag, fast det vet inte hon förstås, för det är fortfarande mörkt. Tidigt. Vinter. Hon kikar på sig själv i badrumsspegeln innan hon vrider på vattnet i duschen och hajar till. Blinkar. Blinkar igen. Någonstans förstår hon inte men någonstans gör hon det för någonstans får hon en uppenbarelse. Hon är vacker.
Hon är vacker.

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Ge mig ett ögonblick av din tid.

"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future; concentrate the mind on the present moment."


Ett ögonblick.

It dawned on her and her entire world changed. Just like that. During one moment. That's all it takes. And moments - they're all we've got.

Here is a collection of moments. They are moments in which decisions are made, life-changing things happens, moments in which people finally stand up for what they believe in; fragments of lives bound in a single moment during which people shrink back in fear and terror. In some moments nothing at all happens.

Here they are. Moments of the World.


All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recess of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
T.E. Lawrence

I am Me.

18 years of age and expected to have a whole life planned, expected to know and to want. I don’t want much else than being happy, but people don’t like when you answer questions like that. It makes me a bit sad but there’s no need to worry: slowly, I’m changing the world.