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Physics dictates the posssibility
Of multiple infinite universes;
Every decision you make is a forked path
Split into two-
The one which happened
And another one
Which happened too,
Just not to you,
Not in this universe.
Which means there is a universe out there
In which you do not hold me responsible
For all the terrible that befell you.
Another one in which
It didn't happen at all,
Another in which you remain unborn
So you do not have to try
(to make that happen)
But in this one,
The only one we get to live in,
We are here,
We are what we are
(Not what happened to us)
You can not undo a life that already happened.
But look around,
There is so much life left to live yet.
After Indian Mystic Poet Kabir Das
Kabir walked after death,
Walked his own body to a grave.
Flowers bloomed and plucked themselves
Out of their homes,
Placed themselves in the middle
Of life and a walk to the grave
To let a man leave in peace.
Kashi born,
He walked with the conviction
He had in his knowledge,
Challenged the Orthodoxes,
Challenged the convention;
Kashi born guaranteed a place in heavens
He gave it all up,
Got himself cremated and burried at the same time,
Got himself fights throughout life
And even afterwards,
Got himself a piece of satisfaction,
Got himself legends and disciples
And angry purohits,
Got a piece of logic and equality of castes
When there were no such words
And Brahmins were gods.
Man dead already,
Looked at his funerals,
Looked at the burial
And felt his head turn towards Meccah,
Could hear the verses ring in his ears
As the soil washed over the lack of his body:
"We created you from it,
And return you into it,
And from it we will raise you a second time";
Looked at the cremation
And felt his soul return to the gods
As they proceeded with the Antim Sanskaar, chanted:
"When thou hast made him ready,
All possessing Fire,
Then do thou give him over to the Fathers,
When he attains unto the life that waits him,
He shall become subject to the will of gods".
“In my heart I love her all the time.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald // The Great Gatsby
In English class no one would ask me What book I would take, were I at sea. See, nobody asked Cos you can't change the past They all knew that it's the Great Gatsby - Mod E
Vector Frankenstein.
Original:
‘The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of Right just before you. Do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.’
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894)
Always we hope someone else has the answer. Some other place will be better, some other time it will all turn out well. This is it. No one else has the answer. No other place will be better, and it has already turned out. At the centre of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want
Lao Tzu, From “Tao Te Ching”
There is, perhaps, no solitary sensation so exquisite as that of slumbering on the grss or hay, shaded from the hot sun by a tree, with the consciousness of a fresh light air running through the wide atmosphere and the sky stretching far overhead upon all sides
Leigh Hunt (1784-1859)
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset
Crowfoot (Blackfoot)
Don’t evaluate your life in terms of achievements, trivial or monumental. along the way..... Instead wake up and appreciate everything you encounter along your path. Enjoy the flowers that are there for your pleasure. Tune in to the sunrise, the laughter, the rain and the birds. Drink it all in ....there is no way to happiness; happiness is the way.
Dr Wayne W Dyer
“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”
— Unknown
“If you believe very strongly in something, stand up and fight for it.”
— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“The moral man is a lower species than the immoral, a weaker species; indeed—he is a type in regard to morality, but not a type in himself; a copy, a good copy at best—the measure of his value lies outside him. I assess a man by the quantum of power and abundance of his will: not by its enfeeblement and extinction; I regard a philosophy which teaches denial of the will as a teaching of defamation and slander— I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power
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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible (via theliteraryjournals)
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“… you can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky. Since life, in spite of everything, is like a fairytale.”
- Vincent van Gogh
“You are the first person I ever showed my heart to and you are the reason no one will ever see it again.”
— atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj
“A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.”
— Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird
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Scary Love // The Neighbourhood
It's silence I crave, it's why I swim
The weight of water
Over me
Around me-
The safe silence of submergence.
At the waters edge I may be ugly,
But underwater, we are made equal And
When I speak strokes
I Am Beautiful.
-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan
“The scariest thing about distance is you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget about you.”
— The Notebook
Redress
Dug out that dress--you know the one
I wore when we met, all eyeleted sunflowers
Swore I looked approachably sweet
Yet had your heart racing uncontrollably
Je ne sais quoi to buck the quotidian
An enchanting chance encounter
If only you unearthed the woman beneath
Took a dip beyond the shallow end
Peered past the Sunday-in-bed appeal
So I slip it on for me now, a better fit
More oomph than you'd know what to do with
“We’ll survive, you and I.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald