revesmecaniques
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Your actions are my closure
Breakfast
Little foe inside me
Always screaming, when will you be enough?
Always laughing, shouting "change" " you're nothing now"
Shouldn't you be on my side?
Why do you keep whispering awful things to my ear?
Shouldn't you be the one who cheers me up?
Note to self:
Don't ever speak poorly of others. Everybody's trying to be the best version of themselves - acknowledge that-
How can something abstract, like love, be limited?
For my future self
Remember these moments of bliss
The freedom of not having to go anywhere, at any time.
Here, where happiness lies, nobody truly needs you, you're free to simply exist, you're insignificant in the most liberating form
You can walk slow, enjoy the breeze, the music in you ears
There's nothing you should be more than yourself. No expectations to be met. This imperfect body suddenly feels like home.
Remember how happiness feels, hold onto this peace, never let yourself forget, use it for harder times, for those days when you feel your soul breaks.
It's ok, keep going
On behalf of hope
Sitting in the big auditorium, feeling like I don't deserve any of this, feeling like I'm just a spy, trying hard to taste the triumph. For a moment I just played my part so well, that I almost believed It. I felt part of these people who really try, who give it all for a conviction, who apparently work daily to fulfill these random dreams, of holding this cardboard and make a place for themselves in the world.
For a second, I abandoned myself to the idea of greatness, suddenly simple things seemed so unfulfilling, this hunger for more appeared, to do more, to earn more. Ideas revolved in my head as this old man gave those speeches about virtue. Maybe I want this, endless days of suffering and modern slavery so I can say that after all, I'm not a waste of space and time. Suddenly I imagined myself in the same spot, giving speeches of virtue as well. These little voices in my head saying "Maybe it is worth the try".
Penda鈥檚 Fen (1974) | dir. Alan Clarke
What's the limit of self-indulgence and self-compassion?
It's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Such a lovely golden giant
#love#dogs
I WILL NOT ACCEPT A LIFE I DON'T DESERVE
-x
#maxine#x
Forgive me little girl, I have failed you. Forgive me as I'm not yet the person you dreamed to be.
She was just looking for a spot in the world, to develope all this potential she had in her mind, this little and naive child who didn't know how visicious life could be. I hope she forgives all the broken promises she'd made in her mind. I can almost feel her pain, for I have not shined as bright as she promised. I hopes she forgives you for letting yourself get caught up in the routine, to allow her to be dragged into that mundanity she was trying hard to escape. I hope she forgives me for being everything she promised she'll never be, for becoming her biggest fears. She promised she will not let herself go, cause she was a fighter, but I've let her down so many times, many of those dreams are forgotten and undone now. Time has pass and others seem to be racing harder, better. I'm sorry she promised she'll never be comfortable in the numbness of simple things, she'd always dreamed of greatness and I'm just sitting here craving for simplicity. She was hungry for the world, convinced that she could do it all, and here I am, breaking her soul with this awful contentedness I've learn to love. I'm sorry little one, for not trying hard enough, for letting you down, for being this warm hearthed Jane doe.
Forgive me darling.
P.S at least I love you more than you'd ever loved yourself
These apparently insignificant moments, the ones we easily forget, the ones that rarely leave a trace in our memory, these are the moments of pure bliss. Happiness truly lies in simplicity, there's this unexplainable beauty in ordinary.
Feeling grateful for the gift of his company
Take action, no matter how frightened you are.
-stutz
Self-sabotage is a bitch
Sometimes I think of the old days
Those where your eyes were nothing more than an unsolved mystery
Back when your mind was Inaccessible and your heart refused to give in
What have I done? What have I done? To you.
I'm an abyss, everything comes in but nothing ever comes back out
I'll suck your soul and crash it into little pieces of lost hopes and big dreams
Will I ever be enough?
Am I dragging you into this unbearable insignificance?
Should I set you free from the curse of ordinary and mundane?
There in the crowd, we're just a number. Only that and nothing more. No one will jump or shout or cry to our command.
And that's the awful truth, maybe we're only meant to see the life from afar. No spotlights. No curtain call.
The guilt always comes creeping in. I'm secretly so happy in this eternal nothingness. My heart rest warm in your pain.
About festivals (and life):
1. Sometimes plan B can be better than plan A
2. You don't need to please anyone. Dress, act, scream, sing, be for yourself. Being an authentic self, it's one of the greatest pleasures in life.
3. Identity can become a jail. Challenge your limits and explore the infinite possibilities. You can be anything, and there's nothing wrong with that.
4. Don't expect too much. High hopes lead to disappointment.
"CORAZON Y MENTE EN EL MOMENTO PRESENTE"
As we grow into our childdhood days, we dream of greatness, of extraordinary lives; then the pain, an awful burn of realizing most of our days will be nothing more than ordinary, that our names will die with those who kept us shortly in their memories. That our lives will leave no trace.We're condenmmned to insignificance and oblivion.
And in that inmanence, finding comfort in the joy of the daily moments, sleeping in the arms of the loved one; having a walk in the park, late when no one's out, perceiving the smells of the almost fresh air of the city, the cold and the drops lying on the grass; having the company and the peaceful silence of your dog; giving your parents a goodnight kiss; laughing at nights with your sister. Those little moments re the ones that give meaning to these mundane days.
What a joy this is! To know with certainty that death is inevitable and unpredictable and yet not having fear, because life as ordinary as it is, it's just simply wonderful, only if we acknowledge that present is the only thing that truly exist, the rest just simply escapes our perception and control. Heart and mind in the present time.
The infinite bliss of his companion
" 驴Qu茅 es entonces la litost?
La litost es un estado de padecimiento producido por la visi贸n propia de la miseria puesta repentinamente en evidencia"
Freedom is letting go of the things out of your control
Happiness is a dangerous state
SOBRE LA INMANENCIA DE LA VIDA
Los seres humanos son capaces de conceptualizarse y pensar abstractamente de s铆 mismos, imaginarse en situaciones hipot茅ticas, imaginar realidades fuera de la propia existencia (la conciencia de la inevitabilidad de la muerte). Detr谩s de la construcci贸n colectiva de conceptos que sugieren la inmortalidad (el cielo, el inferno, la reencarnaci貌n etc), existe un miedo visceral a la extinci贸n, a la desaparici贸n completa del yo conceptual. Por qu茅 son tan importantes los legados/proyectos de inmortalidad? No son esos deseos, una extensi贸n del miedo a la inexistencia? Es ese miedo un producto mismo de la negaci贸n de la inmanencia misma de la vida?
