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@lifeofdell
“Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity, or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.”
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Photo by Geoffroy Hauwen
““How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?””
— Blue Valentine (via naturaekos)
You could hangout in a room of all your closest friends and still feel so alone
I felt sadness for my father yesterday.
My friend and I talked about our childhood issues and the hardships that we had to face. I mentioned my father passing away. Carrying on about how I often think to myself about how he was going to rehab, how I was going to text him. Tell him how proud I was for him to be taking such a good step...
I didn’t text him this. Come later in August I heard the news of his passing through sobs. Things got weird. Emotions because confusing. How was I supposed to be sad when he was in an out of my life. How was I supposed to feel sad when he seemed to forget about us. How was I supposed to feel about not telling him I was proud.
Things didn’t make sense.
Reflecting on this yesterday with my friend. She suggested “well do you think he cared about you not texting him?”, she continued “what is the number one most important thing to him?”
I didn’t know the answer to her question. She said “that he knew you knew he loved you.”
He used to say that. He said that every time he saw us. Everyone said that about him. “You know he loves you,” “your father loves you”, his funeral brought to my attention how much he talked about us. And with this I am not sure how I felt from this train of thoughts.
I think I am happy about it. I’d like to think it is a step towards resolivng grief.
“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Essays in Aesthetics
“Whenever you are about to be oppressed, you have a right to resist oppression: whenever you conceive yourself to be oppressed, conceive yourself to have a right to make resistance, and act accordingly.”
— Jeremy Bentham, Anarchical Fallacies
“It is more of a job to interpret the interpretations than to interpret the things, and there are more books about books than about any other subject: we do nothing but write glosses about each other.”
— Michel de Montaigne, Essais