Because the Sea is yours. You will never be able to escape it. ‘Cos it will swallow you. Completely. And you’ll feel fulfilled. And happiness will not be just a thing from the past. It’s here. It’s now. Take it. The wave will take you far away from all your fears. And you will dive. Hopefulness in your wide-eyed face. And it’s finally there. The ocean floor bellow your feet. Inviting you to bury your weak cold body deeply inside its dark sand.
But then the Sun will touch the water and just like the ancient Gods it will warm the cold-hearted Sea. You’ll feel it in your skin. And the Sun will get swallowed too. Fizzy. And you’ll hear it in the wind. And then you’ll know. It’s time for you to come home. Victorious. And immense. There is no difference between your will and His. Because you are. The Sea. And all its waves will bounce in the memory of you tonight. You will ear them deep in the night. And you’ll fall asleep knowing tomorrow you’ll have to win it all once again. And so you rest. Once again.
Deep and pure our hearts align
Then I’m free, I’m free of mind
When I let loose the need to know
Then we’re both free, We’re free to go
When I lose a certain claim
The tries to know and needs to blame
Whatever river runs aground
It turns my head and washes down
The face of god who stands above
Pouring over hope and love
That all of might and life and limb
Could turn again and love again
When I refuse the need to know
Then we’re both free, free to go.
Falling Free, a song by Madonna and written by herself, Laurie Mayer, William Orbit and Joe Henry, from the MDNA album.
You post it, I guess. This is a photography, by the way, I have no idea how it ended looking this way. But sometimes you just have to give it a shot. Got it?
I truly don’t know what to write. What can I say? What can I add? When does it become worth to live something and write about it? How much do I have to laugh or cry to make something worthwhile? Well, let me tell you, I had a wonderful weekend.
And no matter what I write now will it ever be fair to what it meant. It was something I wished long ago but sometimes the monsters inside you are so much threatening then the real ones that you keep living full of fear. And what’s that if you lose your beloved ones? What’s the point of living a fearful life if that makes you lose the ones you care about? What’s the point of never saying what you feel? Of being afraid of rejection? Of being afraid of other’s judgment?
You must know that if you are a good person and if you take care of your close ones all those monsters will easily perish. You just have to make the first step. The first decision. The one who will make you truthful to yourself. And everyone who truly matters and everyone who loves you will embrace every little bit of you protecting you from all those monsters.
And you must also know that when a monster cannot harm a person he will soon give up. And will disappear far away from you. Ashamed of all his anger. And you will be surrounded by those who do know you. Those who see you completely. And love you. And cherish being with you. And so you will become the luckiest one. No fears. No monsters. Only love. And a life full of it.
Astrophysicist Dr. Neil DeGrasse Tyson, just like Carl Sagan, comprehends it all:
The most astounding fact is the knowledge that the atoms that comprise life on Earth the atoms that make up the human body are traceable to the crucibles that cooked light elements into heavy elements in their core under extreme temperatures and pressures.
These stars, the high mass ones among them went unstable in their later years they collapsed and then exploded scattering their enriched guts across the galaxy guts made of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen and all the fundamental ingredients of life itself. These ingredients become part of gas cloud that condense, collapse, form the next generation of solar systems stars with orbiting planets, and those planets now have the ingredients for life itself.
So that when I look up at the night sky and I know that yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up – many people feel small because they’re small and the Universe is big – but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity.
That’s really what you want in life, you want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant you want to feel like a participant in the goings on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive…
And you cannot understand what’s wrong with you. Because you need it. You feel that urge suffocating you every time you try to escape it. Your life starts being on an endless loop and you cannot take it out of your head. You just can’t. It gets you. It twists you. And yet you breath it. You feel it in your veins. Pulsating deep inside you. When you wake up it is the first thing you think about. And you live your day wishing it would end sooner. So you can do it all over again. You are trapped. And what once defined you is lost. No turning back. You’ve reached the point of no return.
And so you remain. With the notion of what your actions are doing to others and to yourself. But you remain. Faithful to that call. The one you know from the beginning it is going to ruin you. But you deny it when your are confronted. Because you decided long ago what are your weaknesses. And once you’ve exposed yourself to the kick there is not the option to stop and end it. You just do it. With every single muscle trembling. Your breathing rhythm hyperventilating. Salty sweat down your face. And you leak it. It tastes putrid. And then you finally realize your own flavor. Filled with shame.
Note: Images and video from Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan in Steve McQueen‘s Shame.
Make The Most Of This Life
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
[Carl Sagan, 1996 in his article In the Valley of the Shadow Parade Magazine Also, Billions and Billions p. 215]
Comic’s Source: Zen Pencils.
Writing can be fun, seriously!
When someone decides to become a writer, be it as a hobby or as a professional, there will always be a moment when you cannot find the inspiration to deliver the content you first hoped you could write. But that’s just the way it is, you silly boy on the green couch. Because writing can be fun, seriously! At least when words come flowing. And that usually happens in the beginning of your relation with the act of writing. Just like in everything in life. There is always some kind of euphoria in your new project. Ambition fills your body with invincible emotions. You will triumph, definitely!
But, well, you know, there’s a thing called irony and life is totally a pro on that one. That peak of emotions, it all fades away with time. You become slothful and your first objective suddenly loses its charm. And that’s exactly when you have the option to become good in what you do. Really good. Because most will fail and give up, never going anywhere beside their lazy comfort zone. So make a difference and fight those first disappointments. If you succeed you’ll learn through the experience and you will also be inspired to succeed in other areas in life. Because your actions, be them great or small, define you. Always. So keep writing. Even when you have nothing to say.