“I feel like Ive been living in a consistent state of suspension. Like I’m just hovering between things, nothing grounding me, nothing pulling me in any direction. Just floating from one day to the next with no structure to help distinguish days. Sometimes this feeling is exciting and freeing, other times, this feeling makes me feel lonely and lost.”—My Interrupted Fairy Tale (via quotewhore)
We like to pretend we’re fearless. Deep down we think we can cut away what haunts us. Weakness, frailty, neglect, grief…. I don’t know anyone who isn’t haunted by something or someone. And whether we try to slice the pain away with a scalpel or shove it in the back of a closet- our efforts usually fail. So the only thing we can do to clear our minds of such disease that plagues us is to turn a new page or put an old story finally to rest -The end-
“Some wars result in complete and total victory. Some wars end with a peace offering. And some wars end in hope…But all these wars are nothing compared to the most frightening war of all. The one you have yet to fight”—
“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love”—Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)
No matter how many plans we make or steps we follow, we never know how our day is going to end up. We’d prefer to know, of course, what curveballs will be thrown our way. It’s the accidents that always turn out to be the most interesting parts of our day, the people we never expected to show up, a turn of events we never would have chose for ourselves. All of a sudden you find yourself somewhere you never expected to be and its nice, or it takes some getting used to. Still, maybe you’ll find yourself appreciating it somewhere down the line. So you go to sleep each night thinking about tomorrow, going over your plans, preparing for them, and hoping that whatever accidents come your way will be happy ones.
“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place”—Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters to a Young Poet)
There’s constant pressure to adapt to changes. It can be a painful process. But without it, you’ll find yourself moving backwards instead of forwards.We have to keep reinventing ourselves almost every minute because the world can change in an instant, and there’s no time for looking back. Sometimes the changes are forced on us, sometimes they happen by accident, and we make the most of them. We have to constantly come up with new ways to fix ourselves. So we change, we adapt, we create new versions of ourselves. We just need to be sure that this one is an improvement over the last. We don’t like it, we fear it, but we can’t stop it from coming. Change-it hurts, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying.
So today, while i was on my way back home from uni, I noticed a asian women around her mid 40-50 that looked really confused. She was looking at this tiny sheet of paper and glancing up every second we came to a stop. I made eye contact with her and then she came over and started speaking mandarin to me pointing at her sheet of paper that read (7th ave sw>6 ave 10th street sw & bus 101). I told her that i didnt speak mandarin and asked her if she spoke chinese (in canto) which she shook her head and the worst thing was that she was illiterate in english, so it made it 10x more confusing for me. But i felt really bad for her so i ended up getting off the c-train (the 8th ave eastbound train) with her. She told me (in REALLY broken up english) that she needed to buy bus tickets so we ended up going to the crack mac beside the c-train station and getting a booklet of adult train tickets and worked our way back towards 7th ave and 6th ave sw looking for bus 101. I ended up finding the damn fuckin bus top after a grueling hour and told her to make sure she asked the bus driver to get to her other destination (which i highly doubt she understood). But once we found her bus stop she kept on thanking me and bowing like a 100 times for helping her. I really hope what people say about karma is true!