It's too cold outside to fly,

SO I took the train to France. When I came back from the toilet, I saw my seat with all the things I spread over it and I thought "If anyone walks past this seat and sees all this stuff, he must think that a (quite messy) grandma is sitting here." I didn't make a picture but on my seat where a big old red leather bag from the 1950s, a knitted beanie and gloves from light brown wool and, to make the impression complete, a ball of light pink wool and a half finished head band with the crochet hook pocking out of it. 
The only thing speaking against the grandma-suspicion was the shere amount of things lying on the seats. As people who spend a lot of times in trains know, old people tend to sit on their seats very rigid, holding the handle of their luggage and do not dare to take their coat off, always ready to jump right up when their destination is called out by the conductor.

If I could give one gift to you, it would be convidence.

Convidence. Without it we are nothing. People will believe that we are nothing. With it, we might still be nothing but people might not recognize it and still believe we are everything. 


I tend to loose my convidence about something small like a mistake at work, a lonely night when no one I try to call picks up the phone and a pimple on my nose. Is it allowed for small things like this to take our convidence away? Probably not. That's why we envy those people that accept their little flaws, take them it, embrace it. I want to be like those people. How do we become like one of those people? Should we care less about the opinions of others? Should we read less into looks and comments that they throw at us? 


Or are we affected this much by comments made by others because we have the impression that we would just be a bit more considered.  That we would not comment on an obvious and stupid mistake someone has done and that we would tell our opponent that her outfit looks amazing today even if there is a little red spot on her nose? Shouldn't we all make it our goal to strengthen the convidence of the ones in need when we see it crumbling? 


Trying to put a smile on the torn face that just wants to hide from the world... 
Lure somone out of his or her shell to enjoy the beauty of the world...


And probably even more important: Believe in ourselves, in our strength and talents. And in our ability to be exactly the person that we want to be.