As if the living I've done so far,
Hasn't been actually real life.
Hasn't been actually real life.
We are afraid to see clearly,
And of being seen clearly.
And of being seen clearly.
"We tend to talk too much
because it's rare that we're listened to."
because it's rare that we're listened to."
"The best way to know life
is to love many things."
is to love many things."
This channel is not about psychotic breakdown, it meant to be a cleaning moment of clarity.
I remember my childhood
as a long wish to be elsewhere.
Louise GlΓΌck,
as a long wish to be elsewhere.
Louise GlΓΌck,
"I exist.' In thousands of agonies, I exist.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
-Ursula Le Guin.
The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.
-Ursula Le Guin.
People never know
more than one side of reality.
more than one side of reality.
It's July and I have hope in who
I am becoming.
I am becoming.
Curiosity. That's what kills us.
Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer or global warming
It's our own hearts and minds.
Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer or global warming
It's our own hearts and minds.
Although no one may notice,
the world knows all that you have seen
the world knows all that you have seen
I was happy in my childhood not because it was happy, but because I was living in the moment rather than thinking what would happen tomorrow.
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
Frank Herbert.
Frank Herbert.
"Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time?
My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."
-Jonathan Safran Foer.
My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future."
-Jonathan Safran Foer.
We weren't born in the wrong generation.
We were put here to keep the old one alive.
We were put here to keep the old one alive.