Arianne 33 En - Interlude
Longing for long hair.
She had to wait a long time and as the hair finally growed, others tried to take it away.
But at the end she had very long hair.
She had shoulder-length hair for more than eight years. She
wanted really long hair but the hair just did not get longer.
And it was so thin. This thin short hair made her sad:-(
She stood before the mirror, the scissor in one hand, the
hair in the other hand. Should she cut it? To get no more hair
frustration? But she couldn't do it.
Okay, than she has to go with the hair how it is. * Sigh *.
Better than to have nothing. A little bit hair love was inside
her soul, even for this hair.
She liked long hair so much. A silent admirer of the long-haired
Catherine. She saw so many beautiful long hair, and for herself?
"Cut it off, it's better than wearing this boring thin strands
and waiting for nothing."
Such were the opinions. No, it's my hair. But peope told her
always the same thing.
One day she got a long hair wig. But she disliked it to hide her
own hair under a wig.
The good thing, she had not to fear hair collecting
organizations. How sad she was as she saw the long beautiful
hair of Catherine go.
Sometimes she had to cry. She liked it so much, the imagination
of long hair. It was so sad that she could only find the beauty
She was sitting alone at her school desk, the others disliked
her. She was an outsider. Not very pretty, a few thin fluff
instead of full voluminous hair that hung down so boring. How
Sometimes she wondered, why has she to live in this world? Live
can hurt so much.
But she did not give up. She went her own way. And with the time
she discovered so many beautiful things.
She had her long-haired Peter. He made her happy. But this
terrible envy put her down. The others envied the relationship.
Peter. "For me you are very nice :-). Do not let you pull down.
The others are just stupid."
The years passed and her own hair doesn't get longer. But she
was very carefully with her hair and even got compliments for
"Better beautiful natural shoulder-length hair than waist-length
Well, but many long haired women also had very beautiful hair.
Sometimes it depends how much they take care of it.
Gradually she began to feel well in her live.
One day, she looked in the mirror and it was surprising what she
saw. The hair seemed to have become longer and fuller. How was
She was very glad, she feared already that the little bit
of what she had, would also get lost.
After six months the hair had grown by 2 inches longer, despite
cutting off the split ends, after a year of almost 5 inches.
Very unusual, but nice :-)). She was happy that way.
After another 3 years she had long hair, as she had always
If she only knew which God she could thank. But that was perhaps
not so important. She thanked them all :-))).
The long hair made her another person, she was smiling every
day, one of her deepest desire has been fulfilled. This also had
a nice influence to her relationships, everything seemed to be
much more beautiful than before.
Her hair was so beautiful that it was perceived by others.
If she wants to donate the hair for children with cancer?
This brought her out of balance.
Please do not. She wanted her long hair so very much, and did
not believe that it will be ever able to get so long. And now
that she was just happy with her hair, she should give it all
But who knows, maybe she only got that long hair, to make a
decision what to do?
No, that would break her heart. She liked the long hair so much.
Maybe donating some money? There was so much cut hair in wig
stores. So she bought a real-hair part in a shipping business
and sent it instead of cutting her own hair. It cost her a lot
She showed the persons the receipt of the purchase if they asked
her to donate hair. Why was it much more important for those
people to buy a new car, a new TV or a PC, instead of donating
the money for children with cancer? It's easier to ask others
and hold the money. And the other question that comes up, what
really happened with all of this donated hair?
She kept her long hair. She needed it just for her mental
balance. She was so happy that she could own it for herself.
After a few years, the hair reached to the hips. Beautiful, a
little fairy, but also incredibly romantic. She was envied by
many for it. But she wanted to share the beauty of the hair with
others. Beauty is not a thing for one person alone.
Hair is definitely not the most important thing in life, but if
it is beloved so much?
Many things that others liked so much, for she it was not
important. The hair was a part of herselve.
The years passed and at age 60 she had knee-length white hair.
If she wore the hair loose, she looked like a fairy of
Here ends this story. Maybe a higher cosmic being has helped
her, we don't know. There are people who sometimes may have a
relation to these beings, even if they never perceive them. It
is nothing that can be controlled by human beings. Let us be
grateful if they help us sometimes, especially when we do not
expect it * waving *
What we do not know why they do not help sometimes when it seems
so much more urgent. Perhaps this is a question that we should
ask ourselves. What we expect from them? Could we do it alone?
Maybe things happen spontaneously, interaction of physical
states. But what we already know about it? We know only a tiny
part of the universe, if we accept the view that give us the
astrophysicist. And if we assume that many different
consciousnesses exist beside our own, there maybe exist a
connection, we do not know. A collective consciousness that
encompasses all individuals?
An infinite being within the framework of these stories could
answer this question. If not, fairy tales can be beautiful as
reality sometimes never is.