torsdag 1. desember 2011
These days of confusion,
you are probably curious about the bouncing castle. Yes it is ours for the project.. but that is not the point right now, becaouse i cant bounce of my problems.....
Lately I am talking to a lot of friends, who are all in a vey confused moment, like myself. We are nothing else, but millions of people out here, dealing with our own issues, and no one and nothing are excluded.
How the peep, did we manage to make it so difficult for our selves?
To be a princess means, I suppose to be bigger then yourself. To be your own lawyer, to realise you have been treated wrongly, but not treat other wrongly as they have treated you. To rise up and say, fine, I fucked up, but damn it in hell I will make it right. To allow people to fail, to value failure for the growth it gives.
I have never been a princess other then in a pretty costume. I have kept my finest skirts on tight, worn the crown, but seldom in my life have I been a more princess then what I feel like today. This is a good day to wear pink, to wear our failure like a crown, to love the parts that we are shamed about and to stand damn strong when the hurricane comes. This is not really about performing a princess, it is about being one. One of the good ones.