Here’s a thought that came to me yesterday: I’d like to wrap my memories beautifully but perhaps I need beautiful memories for that.
And here’s a thought I came across unexpectedly: A good memory is not enough to make good memories.
I think there should be things worth remembering. So here I go
A generation goes and a generation comes,
But the earth remains forever.
Also, the sun rises and the sun sets;
And hastening to its place it rises there again.
Blowing toward the south,
Then turning toward the north,
The wind continues swirling along;
And on its circular courses the wind returns.
All the rivers flow into the sea,
Yet the sea is not full.
To the place where the rivers flow,
There they flow again.
Book of the Ecclesiastes 1:4-1:7
(The Sun Also Rises)
we do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us
something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to
our touch. once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder,
spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
“You get what anybody gets – you get a lifetime.”
“The last time I saw her it was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness.”
(The Book Thief)
we lie loudest when we lie to ourselves
става все по-бързо
става все по-дълго
иска да върви нанякъде
и да го няма
и да е важно
и да си тежи на мястото
да го бъде иска
иска да го има
да е силно
без да бърза
без да бъде дълго
иска да седи и
да пътува докато седи
иска да го има
но да не е толкова просто
защото кой би искал просто това.
My spirit. That’s a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but ti suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but I do care for some people.
(Тhe Hunger Games)
and this is what i wish for now
not losing to the rain
not losing to the wind
not losing to the snow nor to summer’s heat
with a strong body
unfettered by desire
never losing temper
cultivating a quiet joy
every day four bowls of brown rice
miso and some vegetables to eat
count yourself last and put others before you
watching and listening, and understanding
and never forgetting
in the shade of the woods of the pines of the fields
being in a little thatched hut
if there is a sick child to the east
going and nursing over them
if there is a tired mother to the west
going and shouldering her sheaf of rice
if there is someone near death to the south
going and saying there’s no need to be afraid
if there is a quarrel or a lawsuit to the north
telling them to leave off with such waste
when there’s drought, shedding tears of sympathy
when the summer’s cold, wandering upset
called a nobody by everyone
without being praised
without being blamed
such a person
I want to become