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Sometimes I wonder; if I could have everything I ever wanted would I be the same person? Would I be happy? Would I stop wanting at some point and feel content? Does the simple act of wanting fuel who we are on the daily? I looked at this photo (stolen from another blog) and thought, if only I could have all of those dresses in my closet, oh how happy I would be (that is if they all fit, which is nearly impossible.) Then after that superficial and yet self deprecating thought, I came back to reality. I realized that I am right, (again) If I had all those dresses and they all fit, I would just be a girl with a lot of dresses, that wants something more than a lot of dresses.
Peace, Love, & Wanting
Elisabeth