i wish that i could let go
there are some days
when the only thing you can do
is lay in bed
horizonatally
with the curtains drawn
and your mind
taking you places
that are foreign and undesired and weird
and these weird journeys are unwanted but you must give in to them
because the alternative is too much effort
The Guest House - Rumi
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~ Rumi ~
I feel nauseous with guilt.
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."
—Nietzsche
"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."
— John Green(Source: zarli)
"When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial."
— Fernando Pessoa(Source: foudre)
"He had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have brimmed in them and widened them."
— Virginia Woolf (via funeraire)bittersweet: first poems in hindi/bengali
{Hindi}
yeh mithi mithi pyar.
yeh karava karava pyar.
yeh sundari ananda.
yeh nishchit gham.
यह मीठी मीठी प्यार.
यह कड़वा कड़वा प्यार.
यह सुंदरी आनंद.
यह निश्चित ग़म.
{Bengali}
ei mishti mishti prem.
ei kora kora prem.
ei shundori ananda.
ei anibarya dukha.
এই মিষ্টি মিষ্টি প্রেম.
এই কড়া কড়া প্রেম.
এই সুন্দরী আনন্দ.
এই অনিবার্য দু: খ.
{English}
This sweet, sweet love.
This bitter, bitter love.
This beautiful joy.
This certain sadness.
Where were you when all this began? Where were you when I began to crumble into pieces? Where were you when I was in pain? Where were you when I just wanted to be held tight and told things were going to be alright?
Where were you when I needed you the most?
