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i think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.
“Life is given to me only once, and never will be again—I don't want to sit waiting for universal happiness. I want to live myself; otherwise it's better not to live at all.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment
Can we?
Loving or loved?
I think one cannot truly have both.
Depth or Surface
Love deeply,
feel the pain deeply,
enjoy deeply,
grieve deeply,
go to the depths, to truly feel
But is it so?
Why should I go deep if I am already happy on the surface?
Trying to go deep does not always take you to where you can live. Sometimes it leaves you stuck in the middle
unable to move forward
unable to return back
So perhaps staying where you feel good, staying at the surface, floating with the flow of time and circumstance, is not the worst thing after all.
Just because I do not express, does not mean I do not feel. I feel grief even without losing, I feel sorrow without a wound.
I feel lonely among the crowd, I feel empty after gaining all. There is still a void when my mind is filled with hundreds of thoughts.
There is still hunger even after celebrating victory. There is still thirst though I have drunk the whole bottle of sweet poison.
There is still desire even after fulfilling the darkest one. Silence may hide my words, but my heart still speaks in shadows.
-icanbeanyone