It’s not about me, it’s about you…

Today have been an adventure of inspiration for me.

I have got to talk to some of the most successful people in my business and I feel so humbled and honored to get advise from these people.

unfortunately, I can’t talk so much about this now, but I promise you I will do so in the following days.

But its been one of those days that makes me think a lot.

I have always been like that, I think too much.

 I think it has something to do with the fact that I am my mothers only child, and grew up alone with only her.

I had to be my own playmate, and spend most of the time in the woods, making the sticks into horses, the big spruce in the forest behind our hose to my cabin and pretending that the flowers was little fairy’s.

In the wintertime  I made my room into one giant doll community with houses and parks, stores and schools for my Barbie’s.

I would put my cassette player on record and make the tape after tape with just me playing.

Like making a fairytale. Audiobooks.

Anyway, I’m completely out of track now, of what I was going to tell you.

I started thinking today, after meeting people who millions of people follow.

millions of people see their work, look up too them and get entertained, educated and enlightened by what they do and say.

How do I make it?

Why do I want it?

And what do I have to say?

What do I have to give that can give something to other people?

This is important questions I ask myself every day.

Its important in my work as an actress and a reporter to be able to answer questions like this.

First of all because other people ask me this all the time.

“Why do you want to be an actress? What do you have that is so special that you will make it? Why would people think you are interesting?”

Well, I don’t know if they will think I am interesting,

but that’s not the point of my dreams. That is not the point of my work at all actually.

I think that’s where a lot of people get me wrong.

I have never said that I am interesting. I don’t want to be an actress or a TV-reporter to get myself or my face recognised and famous.

My dreams have never been about me.

It’s about you.

You are my dreams.

I want to tell you a story.

I want to give you entertainment, teach you new things, make you see other people.

Not only do I want to tell you a story, I want to tell your story!

I want to know you. What you have been through, what you want in life, what you love, what you hate, what you see when you look in the mirror, what you must do every day before you wake up, and what you do every night before you go to sleep.

I don’t belive in a religion. But I do belive in us.

I belive that we all have something in common. We all have a link.

In the end, maybe we will see that we actually are brothers and sisters.

In the end, no matter who or what made us, we are all from the same place.

Made by the same material.

And I belive, that by getting to know each other, see one another, we can find the link between us.

Everyone from the richest man, living in Hollywood hills with all the room and money in the world, but who is lonely and has no one to talk to at night.

To the man living on the street outside the flower store in Downtown L.A , owning nothing but the closes he wears and a porcelain cup with the name of his soon. His son who lives in New York studying hard to get a good job so he one day can buy a house where he and his beloved dad can live.

The story of the woman who survived cancer and now fights hard to help other women whiteout breasts to be confident and tell the world that beauty is not always just what you see, but what people make you feel and what you do.

The story of the couple who feel in love at the age of 13 and now live together in the country with 4 kids and a dog.

The couple that after 40 years of marriage decided to leave each other and start over.

….

This has never been about me, it’s about you and the little things in life that makes us all one.

So, how do I get there?

Well I guess that’s were the power is in your hands.

I can only bring the stories to the ones who listens.

And if you are willing to let me tell you the stories, see and listen,  then I will promise you that I will do my best to tell you the stories, entertain you. enlighten you.

Help you find your brothers and sisters, find out what you have in common with the people who surrounds you. And maybe also find out what sides only you have, and what makes you one of a kind.

Of course, not all of you will like it.

Someone will probably call me a horrible entertainer, bad actress and boring reporter.

And that I’m sorry for, but you know what, for every chance I get, I will also get better.

And you can’t always think every flower is pretty, right? So, I guess for some, it will never be what they want.

But for the people who likes it, that learns something, feels something and see something new. I guess we both are a step closer.

Closer to whatever goal we have and whatever will meet us in the end.

I’m just a girl.

Thousand of people walk by me everyday and don’t even see me.

Right now I’m all alone in my apartment.

Thousands of miles away from my family and loved ones.

Right now, in this second,  I’m the only one that knows that I’m still alive, that I exists still.

So yes, I’m still just a little fish in the big big ocean.

But without the little fish, the bigger fish would not exist.

I might not have a blog that thousands of people read every day.

A twitter or Instagram that millions of people follow.

But I have more than no one, and for those amazing people who actually do read my texts every day, that read my blog, see my pictures and takes part in my life,  I will be most thankful and give you a promise that I will do my best to keep you wanting what I give.

I’m not swimming alone.

I thank you, for giving me the chance.

For opening your eyes, for whats out there.

For being curious!

Thank you.

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