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لم أعد أحب شيئاً حبا خالصا
نجيب_محفوظ
Fatigue and Despair
I have become a fifth paragraph in my own life. I am always craving attention, and seek it endlessly. I want to fulfill that destiny I have for myself, to be the star of my own story, to be someone that the people I respect, respect.
I seek validation, that I am important, that I am worthy, that I am strong. I always thought that I was strong but my walls have gotten broken and broken and broken over and over again. Every time I thought I was right and I came marching in with my bulletproof argument, I was shot down, I was wounded by my own logic, my own words, my own rationale and my own mere existence so much so that I wanted to disappear into thin air. And now I wish I was air. Particles that float - not aimlessly at all.
I want a narrative, a heroic stance, the ability to say I am fed the fuck up and to know in my heart of hearts that I am right. But what I have done to myself, has shaken me in a way that I can simply not imagine recovering from in the near future.
I am in despair and I am tired of feeling so god damn useless. I am so god damn pointless. I am so god damn,,,
إننا نعتقد أن الله يرانا من فوق ، لكنه في الحقيقة يرانا من الداخل
طريق الساحل The Coastal Road
في حضرة الغياب In the Presence of Absence
“I love autumn” she told me. And since that day, I’ve been falling.
- ghozydes
ما أهول الحزن العميق الساكت
- ميخائيل نعيمة | مُذكرات الأرقش
"نحن لا نموت حين تفارقنا الروح وحسب. نموت قبل ذلك حين تتشابه أيامنا ونتوقف عن التغيير، حين لا شيء يزداد سوى أعمارنا وأوزاننا".
#نجيب محفوظ.
إنّ العبدَ ليتعلمُ في ساعات البلاء مالا يتعلّمه في سنين عافية!
ثم يأتي من يحتضنك بكل عيوبك.
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