“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken” – Oscar Wilde.
Bergen celebrated Pride this weekend. People took to the streets. Some members of the LGBTQ community, some just supporters of it.
I love the Pride parade. I love how there are people of all ages, all genders, all nationalities and all sexualities. The Pride parade is a chance for everyone to gather and celebrate differences. It’s a chance to remind eachother that it’s okay; it’s okay to be who you are.
“Every reason not to, is a reason to participate”
I love love. To me it’s milkshakes, thunderstorms and friends. To me it’s laughter and a tiny bit of adrenaline. Love is different to everyone, and yet it is always the same. Everyone knows love. Everyone does it, everyone feels it. It shouldn’t matter who loves who, only that they do.
I saved the best picture for last:
Me with a unicorn – my life is officially complete.
Once upon a winter there was a street filled with dull and naked trees.
It was on top of a hill, only vistited by the people who lived there.
Gradually they felt colder and colder, and eventually gave up hope for warmer days.
But then, from a faraway place, spring came.
He whispered about a light breeze and long sunny days.
He told tales of the ocean, and hot sand between toes.
The trees listened, and blossomed once more.
The people listened, and smiled like they did before.
And when the birds came to Fairytale street,
They were told to spread the news
She’s coming, Summer’s coming.
The one who will make us believe
In everything good, in everything sweet.
She will give us a happy ever after
If so only,
For a season.
I feel like ducklings make the world a better place. Happy people are usually kinder, and I have never met anyone who was not happy after meeting a duckling.
Conclusion: the world needs more ducklings.
Goodbye autumn, I whispered as I let the last leaf fall.
I just had a realization. This is my second fall. I was walking through boatloads of leaves and smelling the fresh air. Suddenly, for the split second it took me to look from the swaying trees to me feet, I was transported to the other side of the world. For a moment I was in Australia and not in Norway. For a moment I expected sandals and not my usual worn out shoes.
So for a moment that’s what I saw.
Then the moment was over.
And I missed it so much.