“I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.”
― Salman Rushdie
“The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing. What do we long for when we see beauty? To be beautiful. We think much happiness must be connected with it. But that is an error.”
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” – Dr. Seuss
I am tired. I sometimes just wish to sleep well…that kind of deep sleep that let’s you wake up rested, fresh, hungry for a new day… eager to take the morning light that paints the world deep in your soul and be happy. It’s simple but yet so hard to make this wish come true. I just can’t seem to be able to find what it takes. Probably too many thoughts, some wired, some crazy…but most of them ridiculously regular and unpretentious, that run through my mind and make my poorly energized grey matter overheat and my little skinny neurons cook. An so… I wake up and try to put all I have in a new day, a new beginning of an expected end where I find me still looking for those little things that makes our entire being smile. And I wake again, tired, and take on a new beginning….
I crawl forward…through time and space…doing all I can to find that back wind to put me back on my feet so I can once again walk my way through and tackle all that life throws at me with all my strength. I am aware that, if I try hard enough and I hold on long enough, that gush of wind will come…but I can not help asking when !
As contradicting as it may seem, I am an optimist, maybe to naive in my optimism at times, maybe to much of a dreamer at times, but I am an incurable optimist. I believe in me and I believe in human kind. I know we will all find what we are looking for…we just need to figure out what is it that we want to find just so we can happily wake up one morning and know that we have it.
As they are just thoughts…they don’t really need to make sense to you. If they are crazy…hope you enjoy the images (images, as usual, don’t match the writing )
It does feel as we are living on an every day more alien Earth, doesn’t it? It is a very awkward feeling …but is as real as my backache. And as Bengay does wonders to my back…the crazy dream to have been born on another Blue Planet in another Green universe makes that awkward feeling more normal than it should actually be if I ever wish not to be considered for a place in a madhouse.
And maybe the day will come when my crazy dream will be a reality were the evolution of Homo Sapiens will have a chance for a fresh beginning in an “Eurekan” society were love,logic and thought will prevail and stupidity, ignorance and arrogance will be outlawed.
(just rambling thought or maybe too wishful thinking …crazy is always a possibility)
I will let you take a guess at what is the thing in the image bellow and you will see how right you were in your guess once I publish my next post.
Your critique, opinion or any comments you might want to share are always welcomed …so don’t be shy or afraid to write down your thoughts ….
As always…your comments are appreciated !!!
Here I struggle to find the key,
To the passage that locks the inside of me.
Neither paint, nor music, nor poetry,
No art or act to show what’s lies in me…
My hidden identity…
The invisible reality.
*Dayna Elizabeth Lunstrum*
Thank you all for your comments to my post entitled “Feelings”. It is very interesting to learn about what the abstract can bring to surface.