Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.
Yoko Ono, 1977 (via bl-ossomed)
" ¿Qué es entonces la litost?
La litost es un estado de padecimiento producido por la visión propia de la miseria puesta repentinamente en evidencia"
DEEP GRIEF
Sitting in the big auditorium, feeling like I don't deserve any of this, feeling like I'm just a spy, trying hard to taste the triumph. For a moment I just played my part so well, that I almost believed It. I felt part of these people who really try, who give it all for a conviction, who apparently work daily to fulfill these random dreams, of holding this cardboard and make a place for themselves in the world.
For a second, I abandoned myself to the idea of greatness, suddenly simple things seemed so unfulfilling, this hunger for more appeared, to do more, to earn more. Ideas revolved in my head as this old man gave those speeches about virtue. Maybe I want this, endless days of suffering and modern slavery so I can say that after all, I'm not a waste of space and time. Suddenly I imagined myself in the same spot, giving speeches of virtue as well. These little voices in my head saying "Maybe it is worth the try".
King and queen.