Thursday, September 9

"I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much, but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies"

“Violet & Claire” Francesca Lia Block

It's kind of like that feeling you get when you're not sure if you've misspelled a word. You check the Internet. The dictionary, if you’re old-fashioned. And you stare at the word, unsure of whether or not the combination of letters is correct. You stare so long at the word, that suddenly, the word begins to look…different. This word that you have utilized in your own vocabulary time and time again, strangely enough, doesn’t make sense anymore. The letters don’t belong together. You say it aloud and it even sounds strange. So, you blink a few times and step away from the word altogether. And the next time you come across that word, you’ll just glance at it quickly, and that will be that.

Well, if you can imagine that, and apply it to the way the mind works, then you’d understand. When you stare long enough, the perplexity and unusual becomes apparent, and then nothing makes sense. And that uncertainty, well… It terrifies the fuck out of us .

"Enlightenment is finding that there is nothing to find. Enlightenment is to come to know that there is nowhere to go. Enlightenment is the understanding that this is all, that this is perfect, that this is it. Enlightenment is not an achievement, it is an understanding that there is nothing to achieve, nowhere to go. You are already there — you have never been away. You cannot be away from there. God has never been missed. Maybe you have forgotten, that’s all. Maybe you have fallen asleep, that’s all."

— Osho

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

— Marcel Pagnol

We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed; and it is as if the sun has become disgusted waiting.