Broken Song by Rabindranath Tagore
Still remember vividly reading it as part of school course work and then going back to the school library and bugging the librarian - Mrs. Edwin - for more poetry books
She was kind to introduce me to a whole new world of poets
Massively pissed since yesterday
So this morning picked extra weights and did extra cardio
Am I less pissed? No
Am I more sore? Absolutely
Now need to figure out how to let out all this pissiness
We live for the future mainly because our present is inadequate. And it’s inadequate because we are not seeing it fully; we’re seeing it in terms of abstractions. And if your present is inadequate and is only an abstract version of life, you’re like a person with a non-nutritive diet. You always, therefore, feel hungry, and you keep eating because you want more!
So, in the same way: “More life, please!” “More time, please!” More! More! More! More! Because sometime or other, it’s gotta be alright; the thing I’ve been looking for must happen—I hope!
But, of course, it never does. Not if you live that way. Because when all your goals in life are attained and you are at the top of your profession, or you’ve got beautiful children, or you—whatever it was you wanted—you feel the same as you always felt. You’re still looking for something in the future. And there isn’t any future! Not really.
Therefore, I often say that only people who live in a proper relationship to the material present have any use for making any plans at all. Because then the plans work out; then they’re capable of enjoying them. The other people aren’t.
oh and also an hour long chat with @thearcofitsuki
while cheering me up she says "if i was a man i would have married you and we would have had 3-4 kids by now" 😅
Female friendships remain undefeated for wit, humor, and most importantly love 💞
Turns out all I needed was a cafe, book, and some flowers
Found this cozy (not crowded), calm (no loud music) cafe that's going to become my weekly hideout ✨
Pessoa's words did its magic to bring back some perspective 🪄
And of course can't go wrong with flowers!
There are a handful of people for whom I feel this, extreme gratitude that they exist in my life, and a silent prayer always leaves my lips, subconsciously for them, each time
Life is miraculous and joyful because of them ✨
"It's quite possible that, right now, in this very moment, someone is thinking of you and feeling grateful. Maybe for something you did. Maybe for the way you are. Or maybe simply because you exist and their life has been better for knowing you.” ~Lori Deschene
If the most famous existentialist can write this, then there is still some hope that i too can get back to my writing again
(how long is this block going to last?!?!?!)
This is the Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton (1874-1922), watching the ice break up in the winter of 1915, just weeks before his exploration vessel The Endurance was crushed by the ice pack and sank below the Weddell Sea. I have cleaned-up and enhanced this old paget plate, which was taken in colour by the ship's photographer Frank Hurley 111 years ago. It's an early colour glass-plate process and not colourised.
6 months after reading this book & i still often think about the characters, it refuses to leave my mind, so much so that i need to have a long discussion on it
So now i am on a mission of gifting this book to all my reader friends & whoever finishes 1st, knows what awaits them
I just finished East of Eden this morning. I'm not religious at all but Steinbeck looked me in the eye and said: you are not destined to be your worst self; you are not condemned by your past; you get to choose, every single day, you get to choose. This book doesn't need you to believe in God (I judged it too harshly and quickly). It only needs you to believe in people...the terrifying, beautiful fact that we are capable of both darkness and light, and that the choice between them is always, stubbornly, ours. Honestly, one of the most devastating things I've ever read.
One of those nights, when eyelids are getting heavy with sleep but don't want to fall asleep yet as I am enjoying lying in bed, listening to light rain falling and lots of cicadas singing tonight
have you ever read something so beautifully written that you lowkey get jealous of the author's writing skills? it's like you wish you had a way with words just like them.