“Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck.”
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”—Lao Tzu (via kari-shma)
“I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.”—Jeffrey Eugenides (via freins)
Colors change, temperatures cool, the sun casts its hazy warmth on the trees: this is time I start to feel the build up.
I lost my dad and my best friend this time of year. It has been many years since their passing. Time does not heal - whoever came up with that idea is mistaken - grief becomes manageable. Or, at least more manageable in winter, spring, summer. Autumn leaves a catch in my throat, a deep, dull ache that lingers.
It will pass, I am certain. It always does. I am thankful to love them and to have been loved by them. This time of year I am reminded of the transience of life, its fragility and exquisite beauty.
“I walked down the hall and saw that [she] was sitting on the floor next to a chair. This is always a bad sign. It’s a slippery slope, and it’s best just to sit in chairs, to eat when hungry, to sleep and rise and work. But we have all been there. Chairs are for people, and you’re not sure if you are one.” ― Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
“We draw our lines around these moments of pain, remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us. They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous layer to let them slip, pearl-like, from our souls without real pain. Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book and resume our lives. A life that is like any other, unlike any other.”—Neil Gaiman (via troubled)