The Happy Ending Story. I have noticed that "The Happy Ending Story" is everywhere. The most common version of the story is the one where you get a life-threatening disease, breast cancer let's say, and you suffer, and in the end you grow and change and become somehow a different and better person. Yet I have also noticed that I am me regardless of what I go through. And my greatest fear is that this is somehow not enough and that I don't have the opportunity to do everything that I possibly can to really, really live and to really, really love.
1. my face (daily), 6. something I would miss or something I would (not) miss