I use this to illustrate my life: I'm always running at full speed in good and bad times in life. - Good times (tops) are unstable and it's easy to fall down; bad times (bottoms) are stable and it's not easy to climb up. So, I just run through all; life gets better if I'm lucky.
What I have come to understand is you need to be part of the dynamics you want to understand and fully grasp if you intend to. Get in for a while and you will understand things far better. Go around and all you have is false inferences.
A place to feel connected to everyone around and yet feel cozily alone. A place to contemplate about why I am not on a bit larger table. To think why the things three guys talking about on the next table does not make any sense.
At one point in life, certain things make sense. Even those that you once thought were weird and irrational make sense. A coffee table barely large enough for a person on a busy café makes sense. It now seems like a perfect spot to get lost in the crowd.
Beautiful
Beautiful in ways
mere words won't do justice
or grasp that elegance
yet tantalizing
I was close
Why is beauty ephemeral?
things
people
Withering is a fate
So do people
So do memories
All that lingers is the beauty
or an illusion
Like a mosaic of memories
Within the first sentence of “The Stranger,” two subtle and seemingly minor translation decisions have the power to change the way we read everything that follows. https://t.co/m2vIpBvCGs