These children were not born to be controlled or confined. They were born to think, dream, and breathe in their own way. Let them choose their own path. Time will reveal whose spirit is truly the strongest. Vi Vala Revolution 🍁.
Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.
Haruki Murakami,
Composition: South of the Border, West of the Sun
SOUTH OF THE BORDER, WEST OF THE SUN: The Solitary Nunnery, The Deserted Haunted Road, The Burning Sun and A Midnight Prayer.
Recently came across a strange yet common phenomenon. Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana?
Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west.
Government is best which governs least. The people cannot delegate to government the power to do anything which would be unlawful for them to do themselves.
Seldom and desperately people judge character through instinct and forget, True character, if it can be stated, can only be stated and measured through one's passions. Seldom people stand critical and forget the price one paid.
Don't look for peace. Don't look for any other state than the one you are in now; otherwise, you will set up inner conflict and unconscious resistance. Forgive yourself for not being at peace. The moment you accept yourself, your non-peace gets transmuted into peace
I condemn the #Udaipur incident. It's clearly a murder case. Muslims should categorically condemn it.
It is not islamically permissible at all.
#IslamRejectsIt
But coming back to the place, where i started is not exactly the same as never leaving. Why do i or you go away? So that we can come back. So that we can see the same old place with new eyes and colors. And the people, sometimes they see differently, too.
The act of leaving, the calmest and most beautiful of all. The taste of solitary freedom has made me homesick for places i have never been to. There is something so good about arriving, wandering about in stranger lands without destination.
A part of me which stays there even though i have left. And there are things in me that i can find again only by going back there.
The most rewarding thing, my opinion, is knowing that we might never return to this place.