It's a Switchfoot quote. OK, I know they didn't actually invent the line but it's in one of their best songs: Faust, Midas and Myself. This piece of music is more literary, than most of the contemporary novels. I'm not gonna add much about the lyrics but the basic question which it implies is whether our goals and dreams are well-thought-out - if we could have them all.
Recently I've been given/offered grand opportunities. One is: two contract offers from a good-named publishing company. It was sort of a before-the-right-time because I decided to continue perfecting my book. I don't even know why I tried to catch their attention. But the amazing thing is, that it worked easy as cake. WOW! Though there's clearly not much that I did. The whole situation is only a link of favourable but un-controlled events. For which I am really grateful.
I must admit, that it doesn't make me special, no matter how much I feel that way. At best, it's a special piece of art, which is worth the mention. But me? Out of the picture. Life often brings us to unprecedented intersections. We are to choose the direction. But do we choose wisely? No. (It was a very strong, firm no...) You know, we could be anyone. Life has no limits at all. Our beliefs, however, can lock us away from the best existing possibilities. We really do believe, that we can't be big people, successful, or simply happy. We let the popular concept take over: we are under too much weight to be getting anywhere in our lives. But in fact, there is no place, nodirection, which we could not choose. I guess the metaphor is as complete as ever...
If it leaves open questions, then answer them, it's on purpose!
Randomness rules!
Selfie
My life has always been like i am in a dark room & all the windows & doors are permanently closed but even after knowing my real condition everyone is giving me ineffective instructions & suggestions about how to make life better & around all this i always feel like i am forced to thank everyone who tried to help me in this way.
In every psychopathic society some people are making money by solving problems & some people are making money by creating nonsense artificial problems & amidst such tug-of-war i was not given an easy chance to become anything in both the groups & that is why i am still not able to create anything that can represent my successful healthy lifestyle.
I feel lucky to be able to complain about anything because every complaint i have ruined some very strong strategies of my enemies & then they have to start fresh against me after my complaint.
21/05/2024, tuesday 21 may 2024, 07:34 a.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
I am all alone in this infinite void of the universe & everything that appears is just an illusion. It's not all that different from a video game.
20/05/2024, monday 20 may 2024, 05:52 p.m, indore, madhya pradesh, india.
Do you feel like you are drowning
And you are yelling calling for help
But no one can hear you.
Your legs are tied and weighed down
And it's pulling you down
You can see the surface, the sunlight on it
You try to reach it
You keep trying to swim upwards
But the weight keeps you from reaching it
Your lungs are seizing up
And your heart is slowing down
Your vision is turning dark
And finally you relent to your helplessness
You give up
You lose
You die.
To self,
Dear me I hope you'll learn new things, explore the world, don't take things too seriously, spend your time wisely, enjoy your life while livin'. I want you to cherish your loved ones and accept that maybe no one's gonna accompany you forever yet the memories you have are precious and worth keeping. Watch more sunrises,sunsets, spend more time with your loved ones, go to beaches and travel more in future. Don't hold yourself back say what you want, do whatever you like, enjoy the process while being in it. What's the point of having a heart if you end up being cold? So never lose the warmth you hold if possible,share it. I've many more things to mention but I think learning by experiencing is much better, I hope you'll experience everything. As a quote says - "Men have their weal and woe, parting and meeting and the moon has her dimness and brightness, waxing and waning" .
At one point your shadow will eventually leave you but your soul won't.
©-shelovesskiez
Deutet es nicht auf etwas grundlegend tragisches in unserer Art hin, wenn wir versuchen, jeden Augenblick mit Trivialität zu füllen, nur um das Gespräch mit der fremden Stimme im eigenen Körper zu vermeiden? Und ist es nicht faszinierend, dass wir ein gesamtes Leben auf einer angenommenen Identität aufbauen, einer schillernden, brüchigen Illusion, die der Tod binnen weniger Momente zerschlägt?
Weltenasche
Und doch, obwohl sie niemand sieht
wie der Mensch, der sie hasst und hält
die Einsamkeit ist nicht allein in dieser Welt
wenn auch ein jeder vor ihr flieht;
Aber, wer kennt sie schon
wenn jedes Auge sich verschließt
und außer Trauer
nur noch Hass im Blute fließt?
Ein jeder, der jemals hat geliebt;
ein jeder, der sein Herz noch von sich gibt.
Denn Einsamkeit ist Liebe
in blutsverwandter Form
Liebe ist die Rose
Einsamkeit ihr Dorn.
- by Weltenasche.
„Nachtfalter“ v. Max Dauthendey.
Pensando en ti
Pensando en ti
De noche y de día ☀️🌙
Thinking of you
Night and day☀️🌙
perdon si ultimamente solo han sido fotos de mi cara espero que pronto tenga más de otras cosas para compartir
sorry if lately they have only been photos of my face I hope that soon I will have more of other things to share
Selfies en gris parte lV
Selfies in gray part lV
Una foto de mi cuerpo, recuerdan cuando había más de estás? Las archivé por varias razónes pero las pueden buscar por ahora y ya aparecen
A picture of my body, remember when there were more ? I archived them for various reasons but you can search for them for now and they already appear
En fanboy Marvel ❤ Selfies en gris parte lll
In fanboy Marvel ❤ Selfies in gray part lll
Selfie de espejo. En gris parte ll
Mirror selfie. In gray part ll
Too late.
I fiori sono il nostro riflesso nello specchio.
- Serena P. (@unaragazzadadifesa)
Fai di te stesso il tuo motivo per sorridere.
- Serena P. (unaragazzadadifesa)