Gypsy souls, magic dust and life beyond the big 50.

-The problem is....well...the butterflies, you see? -Butterflies? - she asked. -Yes, in my stomach -Why don´t you let them out? -Excuse me? -Yes, the butterflies. Why don´t you let them out? -I tried to. They seem to like it in here, though. -What about flowers? -Flowers? -If you surround yourself with flowers, maybe the butterflies will want to be around you, instead of inside you........... Just don´t eat them! -What? -The flowers. -If you grow flowers in your stomach, the butterflies will never leave it. -I don´t think one could, anyway. -So...where could one grow flowers? -Inside one´s body, you mean? -Yes. He paused and said: - Inside their veins, I suppose. -Probably also in their hearts, I should think. -And....would it be really terrible to have butterflies in your heart? -I don´t think so. Actually...that could even be enjoyable! -So, what´s the plan then? -First you have to grow flowers all around you. Then, wait for some seeds to fall into your veins. When there are enough f

8) The need to feel special. Ok, we all have that in a way or another...but is ...I don´t know, silly. I am addicted to people telling me 'oh, you´re a special person'. Of course people who are close to us are special and unique for us.... The thing is that sometimes I find myself believing that´s an absolute truth, instead of a relative one.... 9) Goes with the previous one......I can be so arrogant sometimes. I think to myself I have this big insight not everyone has, and that I am so cool because my priorities are so peculiar, and because I have this constant need to create, and that although I am afraid of most things, I am also brave, because I tried facing a lot of them....and therefore I end up feeling superior ot some people. I know, it´s really stupid...and I actually hate it when I see it in other people, but it happens to me a lot. I must slap myself in the face (not literally) and remind myself how obnoxious I am being! 10) I hate confrotantion and run away from it