Warning!
This is a book for the open-minded only!
If you feel that you already know all about the mysteries of our existence, your view of life is set and you would like to keep it this way, then this book is not meant for you. Don't bother reading...
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Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
- Democritus
A few days later, I found myself harboring an unusual mood.
Scanning the contents of my wardrobe, nothing really caught my eye.
I wanted to wear somethin. . . different.
My gaze slowly drifted across the collection of colorful pieces of clothing dangling from their hangers, until it got caught by a dress in the very back of my white, wooden cupboard.
I frowned. Really. . .?
But then, a smirk lit up my face.
Perfect!
I reached out to grab and remove it from where it had probably been resting in peace for a few years. Grinning widely, I felt a bit mischievous while undoing the many buttons of the dress one by one.
The reactions of my classmates would be hilarious!
When I sat down at the kitchen table to have breakfast, the rest of the family was already assembled.
At first, nobody seemed to notice anything different about my appearance. Tina continued munching Mum's special muesli, Dad was scanning the newspaper for interesting articles and Mum was busy preparing our different hot drinks, facing the stove.
I was in the process of scooping a generous helping of the delicious mixture of fruits, yoghurt and grains that stood before me into a small bowl, when Mum approached the table. Her eyes widened, as soon as she noticed my appearance, but then an amused smile spread across her face.
"Oh my. . . aren't we dressed up today?" She teased, drawing the attention of the rest of the family towards me.
Dad lowered his newspaper, the "Salzburger Nachrichten", while Tina froze in the middle of putting a spoon full of the muesli into her month. Her eyes narrowed, while her hand slowly sank downwards, until the tip of the spoon and its contents disappeared again in the bowl full of the colorful mixture.
"This is what you plan on wearing today?" she finally blurted out.
Dad raised his eyebrows, his eyes twinkling over the rim of his glasses.
"Yes. Any objections?" I answered nonchalantly. Jeez. The way she was reacting, you would think I was wearing something inappropriate!
"But. . . why?" She demanded, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"Because I felt like it," I replied simply.
"But. . . Mum!"
"Okay, children, we don't have time for arguments! Hurry up, otherwise you are going to be late!" Mum interrupted what would otherwise have turned into an early-morning sibling squabble.
