Bernatk - Heatherfield Citizen

Merry Christmas to you all :)

Winter lights on Her face

Man, I envy you quite honestly and proudly

You: I'd say it's complicated but then...

Let your love be strong

"Falling down like broken satellites..." This is what Jon Foreman felt at some point in his life. I bet this wasn't just a one-time-experience, for I know it befalls on me over and over again.

I know where I'm headed, I know what I should do right now but I'm constantly wasting time from my life. It's when I don't shoot for the goal. Then it doesn't matter if I'm just sitting around, doing nothing or I'm purposefully transgressing morals, rules, anything... The effect is always the same: emptiness, being burn-out...

As I've said, I know where I'm headed. I know what I should do. It's so easy to picture myself as being an acknowledged novelist, director or such. I just sit here and imagine... And I also have great plans of finishing my first novel AT LAST. It's so clear what road leads there, what action is required now. But I'm just not on the right path. Momentarily...

However, as I said above, this is a temporary state, ergo, there is a way out. My momentary "crisis" can be settled, I can be revived very easily. There's this solution, which Jon Foreman sings about, he asks the Great I Am: Let your love be strong!

My world has to be resting on His love, and then I'm immediately out of the pit. Simple as that. Why? Because no matter what you're telling me, I feel His indescribable love, so I'm being moved externally. My miserable minutes are over, and maybe I can sing tomorrow's song earlier than expected :)

Fitzgerald and Class

I talked to a friend of mine about Hamlet yesterday. He hasn’t read it (not a literary man), so he asked me about its merits. I told him a little bit about this, a little bit about that and then I mentioned how the protagonist is considered to be the first modern man. I said this is probably one of the drama’s heaviest assets, as it’s remained relevant for centuries, to which my friend replied, “Yeah, classics sorta tend to stand the test of time. Suppose that’s why they’re, you know, classics.”

Coming from an art-novice it has the potential of being no more than a piece of conventional wisdom. Perhaps it really isn’t more than a common place but it made me wonder. I’ve had this thought for quite a while now that Fitzgerald was ahead of his time a great deal.

In his works This Side of Paradise and Beautiful and the Damned he wrote quite a few dialogues, where intellectual, authoritative characters contemplate thinking methods and philosophies but they all transcended the early twentieth century, as they almost always reached their climaxes in settling with critical theories.

Oh and he did it with such ease and elegance. Fitzgerald embodied what contemporary thinkers and artists want to become and he did it without ever coming off as artificial or fake. Fitzgerald’s works are classics because in them there are ideas, which were not borne by the time or the general opinion but of an unparalleled artistic mind.

Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Sensible Thing”  (via wordsnquotes)

does the job

Quickly threw this together and it instantly made me feel less anxious so it might help some of you idek