โYou should have seen this coming,โ they said. I did see it coming. I saw it coming the way you see a train coming when youโre tied to the tracks.
Margaret Andrews
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There is something feeble and a little contemptible about a man who cannot face the perils of life without the help of comfortable myths.
Bertrand Russell, Human Society in Ethics and Politics (via philosophybits)
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Was du รผber dich selbst denkst ist viel wichtiger als das, was die anderen รผber dich denken.
Seneca
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We're all so desperate to be understood, we forget to be understanding.
- Beau Taplin
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You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
- Henrik Ibsen,ย A Doll's House
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Tamino photographed by Alexander Popelier for part of โKnack Focus Generatie NUโ series, August 2017
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"๐๐๐๐๐
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๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐ซ๐โ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง,
๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐, โ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐
๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฒ.
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๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐โ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐: ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐,
๐๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ง๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค,
๐๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ค.โ
Richard II (Act II, Scene 2), William Shakespeare
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"When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not."
-Richard Kadrey, Aloha from Hell
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ๅคใฃใฝใ
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Je ne savais pas encore que l'incomprรฉhensionย va toujours plus loin que tout le savoir, plus loin que le gรฉnie, et que c'est toujours elle qui a le dernier mot.
Pseudo- Romain Gary ( รmile Ajar)
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You hear disheartening news every day about people collapsing, about people starving and perishing, about people whoโd do anything for the own sake of their egomania, and about people who canโt do much to preserve chaos from unfurling wider. You get exhausted since you live among those who have barely seen hope and serenity, and you ponder that itโs absolutely unfortunate that you belong somewhere you abominate, in a place where youโre abashed for thinking, revolting, and feeling. You feel menaced and lonely. Your shielded bubble gets closer to outburst, your safe haven feels menaced, yet you often lean towards the positive, with the aim that someday maybe you will improve. Places. Places. Places. You yearn for places you consider harmless, and without noticing it, you end up missing out on the little things that may give your soul a certain shelter. You become regretful and downhearted, you deliberate over the certitude that youโre always meant to be alienated, and not only from the world but from your own mind. Confusion rips your brain apart and you surmise that your situation wonโt get better anytime soon. Dull people, deceased people, newborns, ill people. Life, family, death, birth. Every thought of yours is outstretching in your mind, and the nearest you get to the truth, the more physically unwell you become. You overanalyze your depth. You create channels and tunnels in your nerves, leading questions, and answers to your main problematics. You come across books, philosophies, and theologies, hoping with all your heart that you will discover an answer. Your safe haven gets dim and weaker, your perception of yourself hoodwinks your mind and your soul, so you barely know who you are anymore. Your spirit was duped into the idea of never belonging anywhere. You start imploring the vital philosophy of death. You suppose and estimate that youโll never set foot on any rejoinder, yet you pursue the scrutiny regardless. You feel dissociated. You misunderstand your nature and your nature misunderstands you. Nothing brings you shelter and you always sense peril coming your way. You think low of yourself and other people, and you dive into a tide of absolute misanthropy. And suddenly youโre on your deathbed. Youโre recalling your memories and watching the long tape of your steady souvenirs. You feel empty. Hence, it comes back to you that all along you have been dragging your soul into a wormhole of denial and despair. You found out that many of the answers you sought were laid right in front of you, which sadly made you understand that thinking outside a box emprisons your spirit in the box of your mind. And your box was a profound drab hole, a vacant room infused with endless questions that, even if you dig deeper and deeper in the depth of your existence, which you were eventually fleeing, you couldnโt answer. The nearest time pushed you to death, the more you reaped repentance. You finally acknowledged that you have been painting the canvases of your life with nothing but a dreadful woe. You realized that you couldโve relished the little favorable gift of nature and life, that you couldโve crafted a warmer reality for yourself, and that you had flown from an unbearable reality to another which is rather gated and cold. You locked your soul up and you finally grasped that you wouldโve been happier if you didnโt invest your time digging in the wrong hole. Repentance. You squeezed your bedsheets harder and fell into a deep Moana of conclusion. And you were yearning again, but this time for life and its breath, you longed for youth and health, and you shed remorseful tears. You havenโt cried in ages and you let it all out. You imagined yourself floating among bonny clouds, you imagined trees, birds, a sandy beach with its agreeable tide. Moreover, you were absorbed by an agreeable wave of truths, a comfortable silence, and a drastic realization. Thus, you contemplated your soul, and for the first time in decades, you felt free. You appeared to comprehend that if you took care of the flowers in your veins, your soul wouldโve grown to become a booming festive garden. You thought about places, people. You noticed that you were undergoing a terrific life due to the fruition of existential drabbles and apprehensions. If only you had known it earlier, you pondered, however, something within your roots was longing for help the whole time. And you comprehended that you have never loved yourself at lengths. you appreciated yourself inasmuch as you could with the fair time left. You felt real and alive. You abruptly opened your eyes, the clouds outbursted and you were not on your deathbed anymore. You found yourself young and well, standing at the front door of your apartment, with groceries youโve bought from the store in your hand. You understood that there isnโt much to care about and that if our purposes were to abide by fear and apprehensions of the future, we wouldโve gone bankrupt by the age of 10, and died a couple of years later. And in a glimpse, you forgot about people, places, time, and your deathbed. You dropped groceries in your house then ran towards the nearest natural spot. you rested your body on the mellow greenish grass and listened to the melodious brays of nature. You bodied yourself from the disgraceful calamity of helpless wonder, and finally held yourself dear beneath the warm beams of your soul. you have finally become a content human. You havenโt felt any happier. You are a soul with a graceful body, you belong everywhere and you exist in everything. It was alright and valid to take all the time you needed to understand yourself. You felt your heart vibrating in harmony with the earth, your soul was a newborn of the world.
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โ...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?โ
Vincent van Gogh
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