Your past is your present, and your present is the foundation to your future. So if your present is not what you want to be, chances are your future will be what you do not want. However, the good news is that you can change your present but not your past.
“I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
who made me laugh
– Charles Bukowski
The love you had for your ex isn’t the same as with someone new, each love is different. I think the love is just “inactive”; you can’t delete someone you truly loved. It’s almost like a facebook account, you can just inactivate your account, never delete it. If you want to and the time is right you can recreate it, but the pages have changed and so have you.
I really thought you were the love of my life. And perhaps in the future, we can be together again. So I inactivate you, try to bury my feelings for you. Because right know we’re not right for each other.
“Do you think I’m wonderful?” she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple.
“No,” he said.
“Because so many girls are wonderful.”
“I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it’s only noon. You couldn’t be something that hundreds of others are.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”
Every artist should be entitled to 100 shit drawings per month
“I couldn’t think. I just couldn’t seem to get anything straight in my mind. The thoughts were there – thoughts, memories, facts, feelings – but I couldn’t do anything with them. They wouldn’t keep still. They just kept buzzing around in my head, like a room full of flies, and every time I tried to grab hold of one, all I’d get was a handful of nothing.”
– Black Rabbit Summer, Kevin Brooks
chase yourself February 19, 2011
Dear existence reminders, love geniuses, heart openers/warmers, romantic rebels, dear natural machines from the sun, dear moments of ecstasy and imperfect thirsts, dear wingspreaders, pure souls, perfect friends, star children, moon children;
May your coming year be filled with magic, dreams and good madness. I hope you discover roads of delights, find a new euphoria, reveal lightness, get a little messy, experience total abandon, dance it out, laugh until you cry, forget fear, chase the challenges, climb a good tree, read some fine books, have people around to hug you, create something beautiful- write or draw or build or sing. And I hope you go beyond yourself, stand up as yourself, keep growing always, but mostly I hope you love and are loved.
what does anything matter? February 18, 2011
“I didn’t want anything to do with anything back then. All I wanted to do was lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I had no idea where this lethargy of mine had come from, but in the three weeks or so since school had finished, I seemed to have got into the habit of not doing anything at all, and I was finding it a hard habit to break. Getting up late every morning, hanging around the house for hours, sitting out in the sun for a while…maybe reading a book, or maybe not. What did it matter? The way I saw it, the days and nights would pass whether I did anything or not. And they did. The mornings passed, the afternoons passed, the evenings turned into sunset nights…and, before I knew it, I’d be lying on my bed again, staring at the ceiling, wondering where the day had gone, and why I hadn’t done anything, and why I still couldn’t bothered to do anything now.”
– Black Rabbit Summer, Kevin Brooks