Tuesday, November 30, 2010

[0134]

There is something sweet about the sorrows of melancholy and nostalgia. Sometimes when I find myself to be completely alone during my day, I like to put on soothing music and drift away into that world where one remembers things of the past and becomes sad yet somehow happy. It's a peculiar feeling; you feel enveloped by sadness but you smile at the same time. The notes of the song go high and you go with them and as they drop you start to sigh. The emotion that you feel takes you to the stars and back. There is always that one moment in your life where you think you are the happiest but when you look back it's as if there are a million of those moments. And a million there are, because those are the times that shape your entire existence. Such poignant memories come to mind; memories of who you once were and memories of what you once did. It is such a sweet sorrow to look back and remember. Such a sweet sorrow indeed.

Monday, November 29, 2010

[0133]

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth -- and truth rewarded me.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

[0132] I want to be a lion whisperer too!

[0131]

"Chic is when a woman is in harmony with herself."
-- Giambattista Valli

Thursday, November 18, 2010

[0130]

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun. A bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee. Joy accompanied me as I walked.
-- Anais Nin

Thursday, November 4, 2010

[0129]

Apparently nothing in life lasts forever. No matter how euphoric a moment is, dejection is waiting right around the corner. It lurks in the shadows and waits for you to be in your most vulnerable state and kicks you right in the gut. No matter how many times this happens, that kick feels so foreign each time, like something utterly new yet abhorring to your senses. But perhaps that foreign feeling is a good sign. It shows you that no matter what happens, your soul looks to be optimistic each time. It gets kicked, recovers, and then rejects the notion that something like that would ever happen again. Everything comes with a price though. You gain optimism but lose the ability to discern between recurrences and one time occurrences. Ah, yet another downfall of this tragic thing called human nature.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

[0128]

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
-- E.E. Cummings