I hate that I am not good at what I love. I love to imagine. I love to write it down and oh I love it to be a writer. If I just could say in words how much I love it to imagine. Life is an overwhelming mystery with so many features, so I can't even explain this. But. What is it with everyone wanting to explain? We don't know how dreams work, but as soon we find out we're interested in it. Still, when we didn't know about it we loved to dream. Without even questioning it. I like to imagine that all the people around the world have a big big heart, not only inside their breast, but also in their soul, which is filled with a thousand ideas and dreams, but also beauty. Beauty like pictures, like art, beauty like emotions, or just beauty itself. With this heart of poetry and incredible colors of thoughts, I believe people create wishes and hopes. Not wishes we all do through our days like "I finally want a dog" or "I wish this nasty music stops!". Not "I wish to be an actor", not "Why can't I look pretty" and not even wishes like "Please make he comes back to me". I think more of wishes you can't even put in words. Your idea of life, your believes, and most importantly: the foundation of dreams and desires. It is so powerful, what is inside our hearts of beliefs, that I can't even describe it properly. Maybe I should stop trying because not even the most charming words could explain colors to a blind person. It is not possible. I can't describe red as I see it, only as I feel it. Red is calm, a little cozy. It can be dangerous, it could trick you or just be a big beautiful dress with the pleasantest fabrics. When I think of red, I think of lying in bed and reading a book while drinking a cup of warm tea, which you can feel fall down to your stomach, while wearing comfortable clothes and being as calm as ever be. This moment can be interrupted by a storm. By thunder. A fire could start from the heat of calmness, or you just stay as you are and feel welcomed and happy. So maybe I can describe. Maybe I am not as bad at writing as I always tell myself. But it doesn't matter if I am good at it or not. As soon it makes fun I am perfectly and warmly delighted with my favorite hobby. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this little opinion of life and may share it too. Do you? Nevertheless, I wish you a nice and maybe red evening. Hopefully, your heart of beliefs will create a marvelous dream for you tonight.