The distance won’t tear people apart.
Once upon a time, there was this void hiding in understanding. I was answering one question after another and gradually digressing from one phenomenon to other one, as well as unfolding the chain of happenings.
I was revealing the sandy desert with a small brush so that I won’t destroy the reality hiding under it. I found peace in every single reality, the perfect equilibrium in each detail that was being present.
The more human I am, the less I feel. The more I see behind the curtain, the less I am interested in the drama. Now I know why and more importantly, I know what – the thing is that there is no drama performed in this colossal and messy theatre. Just a sad play and I am the invulnerable spectator.
The particular sense is fake, the reality is just a total nonsense. We are all just a result of domino effect, one small brick in the middle of an enormous paragon. Equally important as well as insignificant like all the others. Just an emptiness of the purpose with the definition of nothing. The eternal darkness, windless setting, zero gravity.
So I have come this far just to realize that there is no other way? I am standing just one step in front of the emptiness and before I make the next move, I have to know what exactly I want to see.
And I don’t know it.
The Instant Photographer.
“Maybe this version makes more sense.
We forget so much more than we remember.
Maybe we need to.
Maybe that’s what makes it bearable.”
Lighthouses are not just stone, brick, metal, and glass. There’s a story behind every single one of them; that’s the story I want to live through.
One day,while the light will shine on your way, in the biggest darkness, you will realize it- The lighthouses mysteriously represent a thing that people want the most.
What ever thing in the world is yours, I hope you”ll find it.
We must forgive ourselves.
We must forgive all the things that we didn’t do and also those things we were supposed to do.
We can’t remain in life long sorrow, and still think about how it could be one day.
“What defines a man is not food, however, but the appetite with which he consumes it”
People are different.
This quote from a piece of art called Walden just reminded me of their portrayal.
One person enjoys every single bite of the meal that they are eating…
…the other just quickly eats up the whole plate because they have to.
One side really enjoy every single second of their life, they value it because it is something precious, but the other one…they just want it to be quickly over.
Sad or true?