Anne Shirley has a lot to say

the experiment continues…

Me:

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”

Anne Shirley:

“Ah, I don’t know if I want to be divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good. I can never decide. And as for the things I want, they’re so numerous that it would take a great deal of time to name them all. I don’t know if I can have them all, but looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them. And when you are imagining you might as well imagine something worthwhile. It has been my dream to live near the brook and it came true. It is delightful when your imaginations come true. Isn’t it? Did you have any of your imaginations come true? But even if they don’t, you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will. There are so many wonderful things to love. It makes me so glad to be alive in such an interesting world. Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It wouldn’t be so interesting if we knew everything. Because then there wouldn’t be any scope of imagination. Like I call the geranium in our house Bonny because it would hurt a geranium’s feelings just to be called a geranium. I named the tree outside my window Snow Queen because it was so white. But some things can’t be improved upon by imagination because they are so wonderful in themselves. Like the picnic, I am going to go to tomorrow. Oh, all my friends will be there and there will be ice cream too. I’ve never had one. Oh, I am so perfectly happy at the thought of it. But whenever I am disappointed in anything I just say, “My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes”. I read it in a book and it sounds so romantic. I once thought I could be a gull, that is if I wasn’t a human girl. I would go to a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky up, up, up into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness.”