Silly sirens have put a spell on me.

Sometimes a good chat with your friends can reveal sudden insights. Still in gorgeous Greece, I found myself lying on a sunbed the other day, one friend on my left, the other on my right. It's close to six o'clock, when the light turns a bit softer, but the sun is still shining its fierce rays of heat on the wavy sea. We're daydreaming about what we would do if we suddenly had ten million in our pocket, whispering our names, impatiently waiting to be spend. One friend would buy a nice house in Amsterdam where she and all her friends could then live, the other said she would travel the world, and I – obviously – said I would fly to Chanel to get my long loved classic purse. Oh and a Mini Cooper and a pair of Louboutins, please. Not to mention the walk-in-closet we would all built in our new bought villa. (“I'd have a palazzo in Florence, a stylish beach villa in Ibiza and a cosy chalet somewhere in the Alps.” dreams friend B.)

After a deep sigh, the dream of having such wonderful things, was rudely disturbed by a rather unpleasant feeling that slowly came upon all of us. Was it embarrassment? Or just plain uneasiness? At the same time we all realized how shallow our dreams were, and we were getting more and more philosophical as the sun was sinking deeper in the sea. No, we're no saints, so this post won't preach about giving the ten million to charity – which is a good spend, but it's not what made us realize the silliness of our dreams.

We came to talk about what really drives us in life. Is that the sight of having so much money you can buy everything you like? Or is there more?

On a – perhaps called decadent by some – deserted little beach on one of Greece's most pretty islands, with nothing more to do than sleep or stare into the sea, intense talks can start showing their face. Whether you agree or not, when friend W. reveals she loves to be a mother of five and be happily married, living somewhere under the Tuscan sun, it makes you go deeper and deeper into your own ambitions and aspirations of life. Buying a boat for your brother, or a classic vintage Porsche for your dad might seem the first things you'd like to achieve, but when it comes down to it, the deeper side is that you'd love to share your wealth, whether that's in money or in other ways. Or the fact that you like a somewhat decadent lifestyle could be seen as ok as long as you keep appreciating the specialness of the act. The things I want out of life are happiness in what I do for a living, making it motivating and exciting to go to work; seeing the most beautiful places of the world in – yes, I'll admit it, I might be a bit superficial – a way not many get to see it. Not to be able to brag about it, but just to feel pampered, to feel special and luxuriated. Driving speedboats with friends, drinking champaign, blowing up our speakers with some relaxing tunes. Swimming under waterfalls in hidden spots. Going to Place Vendôme in Paris and walking into one of the most amazing jewelery stores to have your hubbie say: “go pick out the one thing you like best”. And then see yourself running around the store as excited as a child can be in a toy store. Only to find that you're not the person for huge diamonds and stones, but rather wear something more humble and elegant, and so end up getting a raised eyebrow by the before mentioned hubbie, who quickly turns back to normal and closes the deal. Or what about getting an invite for a special fashionparty in Paris, London or NY and being able to meet all of those you've so much wanted to meet? Being dressed in an amazing vintage Valentino, smiling so much that at the end of the night it feels as if you've been doing drugs, high on euphoria and your jaws caught in that smile so tightly it's nearly impossible to stop. 

How is it that this island somehow makes me daydream endlessly? Sirens, have you put a spell on me?

Love, Emilie

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