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The urge to escape life and live in a wooden cabin inside the pine forest somewhere faraway, to sing out of tune and dance with fairies and fireflies, to lie on the grass up the hill while the night sky unfolds, to watch the stars burn and the moon sleeps.
They said life happens.
We chase rainbow not knowing that it will disappear when the drizzles are gone. We chase moon not knowing that it circles around the earth. And sometimes we chase dream without knowing that we are awake all this time.
They said life has its own timing. Not sure when it comes to us. Not sure when it leaves us. Not sure if it is for a while. Not sure if it is for a lifetime.
They said life brings fate. Whether it is a happy one. A sad one. A miserable one. Or a cruel one.
It is an mystery how life works.
An enigma.
And we do not need to take a guess.
We only need to live it.
Tired
Again, taking the little steps, bit by bit. Stopping in the middle of nowhere, taking a long deep breath. My mind is wandering, processing everything all at once.
Again, what happened exactly?
Again, the quiet empty road seems daunting. The giant shadow of the trees, swaying, also looks daunting. The rustling leaves, once in a while, blowing in the wind, not helping either.
Again, that tiny thing, people call it head, is heavy, full of unnecessary stuffs. Some of them are to do lists, some are next month's plans, some are people's birthdays, some are memories. Some are hurtful words said by strangers, texts in caps lock by loved ones, and regrets from a some time ago. Some of them also the things that have not happened, yet. Anticipation, expectation, speculation. One might wonder, how could such tiny head keeping all those stuffs inside?
Again, walking slowly, hesitating, back to the parking lot. Driving home, listening to random lo-fi playlist in low. The road is busy, just like that tiny thing, keeping itself busy all the time.
When all your questions are answered yet they are not the ones you want. When you want to stop trying. When your wait is over. When you have done everything you can.
But your heart is heavy. Your mind is heavy. Your eyes are heavy.
Maybe it is time to take a pause, to take a breath, to think. Should you continue wandering? Should you take a rest? Should you just stop?
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Cutting Odette’s Fingernails”
i am worried about the lonely souls. i am worried about those who sit in the silence and just stare into the nothingness in front of them, i have tapped on their shoulders and i have asked “are you okay, love?” and they reply with a smile and nod, pretending to be okay.
Thanks for being with me and giving me lots of love recently.
Fumi, such a sweet lil angel ♥️
Rest in love sweet bb 🥀
December.
The nonstop rain. The dark sky. The heavy cloud. The chilly weather. The warm tea instead of coffee. The smell of dusty old book. The instrumental playlist in the background.
December this year, however, is kind of different. The scorching sunny and no rain week. The red sky by the evening. The cold iced coffee instead of warm tea. The timid meowing sound of one gentle little cat. The faint lullaby playlist in low volume.
But some things remain the same. The sleepless nights. The heavy heart. The unanswered questions. The mind full of stuff to sort out.
They said, December nights are the gloomiest. That's why they put a lot of lights on. For people to find some light.
You said you are going nowhere. But your soul wanders around all this while.
"I am going nowhere, don't you worry."
Yes.
You are going nowhere, yet you are not here.
To some, I am a bright happy sunshine.
To some, I am a dark cloud ready to pour.
So tell me moon, why the nights are heavy with emotion these days?
Three times.
The eyes that do not lie.
The shifted focus.
The grabbed attention.
The pain that comes after.
Enough, they said.
I wish I could tell someone the whole story of why I am the way I am
Friendly reminder that you do not have to be on adventures and experience new things all the time. You might feel this pressure to do "cool" things every day just so you can tell other people what you did. But darling, you should live your life for yourself, not for the stories you might be able to tell. All you really need to do is be. Be in the moment. Be kind to yourself. Be there for yourself. Listen to your soul, listen to what it craves. Go on adventures and explore the world for the right reasons. Rest and recover when your body tells you to. I know that sometimes when you stand still, there can be a lot of uneasiness, because you think you have to go somewhere and do something amazing. But remember: It is absolutely okay to have days where all you do is breathe and take it easy. There is so much meaning in the slow days as well, my love.
i wanna go back and hug my younger self so bad, that little girl went through so much
Disappointment.
‘Sadness or displeasure caused by the nonfulfillment of one's hopes or expectations.’
Therefore they keep saying: In order to not get disappointed, do not expect anything.
But that’s just plain nonsense. Expectations should be there to create targets and goals. There is a purpose and destination in the end of the road, for every single path we take. How could one live without expectations?
I agree to manage and measure the expectations. But to have no expectations? Nonsense.
“you're a mess of good intentions gone wrong. you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world's on fire. you try to put it out, and you try so hard. the dam breaks, and the waters of your sorrow pour free. you are sorry; so very, very sorry- and you will drown everyone to prove it.”
– m.a.w; the hero who couldn't save anyone
