‘There are seven people in my house. We each have different genders. I cut my hair over the bathroom sink and everything I own has a hole in it. There is a banner in our living room that says “Love Cats Hate Capitalism.” We sit around the kitchen table and argue about the compost pile and Karl Marx and the necessity of violence when The Rev comes. Whatever the fuck The Rev means.’
I am untamed, fifty percent
A glimpse of your ankle just killed me, fifty percent
Everything about my heart is not a crime scene, error.
I am what happens after the war.
*Your ignorance will never move inside of me and will leave me harmless, but when you abuse of the important things, that’s the moment when you crack my inner peace and this will be the last time you’ll see me around. There is only one true meaningful fight in this life and that is for your personal inner peace. It may sound egocentric, but if you have a second look, this will only bring good things to others. True wisdom comes in peace and not in war, even though they can’t exist one without other. Let your ego starve for once and see how it feeds itself from other things. Choose your fights carefully and let yourself be a fool after you loved a person that didn’t deserve, just because next time you’ll pick better. Still, let yourself bleed for everything as this is the door to a different way of seeing things. Gain victories over the human spirit and be one with the garden in front of you!
Finally, my mind is exactly where it’s supposed to be. Everything is inherently cinematic!
I want to lend myself to others, but give myself to myself. From now on, always and forever.
I work on keeping my mind healthy and my heart happy.
I will remember about the fundamental goodness in people, even when they’re chaotic and they don’t pay attention to the stimuli they receive.
This means that I will adjust my expectations so I can minimize the disappointment.
What did I find when I stripped away the layers of my being? I’ve been tamed, I’ve been given a lovely nickname, I’ve been missed, I’ve been helped, I’ve been working with joy, I’ve been improving myself, I’ve been appreciated for my empathy and my abilities… and I’ve been smiling! Just because there’s no more pressure on my shoulders and chest.
‘I am learning to see. I don’t know why it is, but everything enters me more deeply and doesn’t stop where it once used to. I have an interior that I never knew of… What’s the use of telling someone that I am changing? If I’m changing, I am no longer who I was (…)
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.’
Rainer Maria Rilke
‘They say you spend your whole life rewriting the first poem you ever loved.’ Waldosia & Belgium
Before we know it, we have unintentionally hurt someone who once thought very highly of us, all because of the simple notion that we never fully acknowledged our true emotions. Once we hurt someone else in return, they’ll never think of us in the same light as they once did.
That is the impact of our actions.
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo of the new
Whose names you meditate — April snowdrop, Indian pipe, Little
Stalk without wrinkle, Pool in which images Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous Wringing of hands, this dark Ceiling without a star.
Of course, some things are doomed from the start.
Enough is enough! There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.** So, child, what are you going to do? You can weep all day long, or you can promise yourself that this time you’re going to be good to yourself.
Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.*** Also, remember, you have the best parents in the entire universe!
‘We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.’
Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception