24 jan. 2019 om 18:27
I was always surprised by people asking what this was about, where the meaning of why we live. We live for a hot Cup of tea after the frost. We live for the arms of your beloved in a moment of sadness. We live for the dance on the beach under the starry sky. We live for the music, which run goosebumps. For the sake of laughter to tears. For carefree play in the snow. For replusive hair wind. For paintings, comes alive on the canvases. For a peaceful and deep sleep. For the sake of beating in the face with rain drops. For the morning sun. For pleasant fatigue of the case made. And for a million other things that would not have happened if we had not lived. But we’re living in. And life is the most beautiful thing that could happen to us.