I feel sick to my stomach. All the memories and people have left, like I have, and I miss them. We didn’t know each other but I miss that I never did. I regret only a few things, one of which is not opening my eyes. There was so much to see and all I feel is emptiness, as though I was never even awake. It’s a blur I have to un-jumble, a job for the upcoming months. I just wish I did and wish I didn’t. Until next time I’ll just remain homesick.
How fragile we are, between the few good moments.
Jane Hirshfield, “Vinegar and Oil” (via 4mbivalent)
Jane Hirshfield, “Vinegar and Oil” (via 4mbivalent)
(via gildings)
Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.
C. Bukowski (via oldsparky)
C. Bukowski (via oldsparky)
(via inmotels)
Don’t aim at success — the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you are going to miss it. For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one’s dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: you have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want you to listen to what your conscience commands you to do and go on to carry it out to the best of your knowledge. Then you will live to see that in the long run—in the long run, I say!—success will follow you precisely because you had forgotten to think of it.
Viktor Frankl (via explore-blog)
Viktor Frankl (via explore-blog)
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