There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
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-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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Heart is heavy. Soul is leaking through the crevices. There is a sadness inside you the existence of which is incomprehensible. You look to the places where the romantic hearts have gone insane searching for answers. You ask the sun, the stars and the earth. You look at the moon for answers. It folds you up in its borrowed light and asks-
Why are you sad?
-Because I feel lost.
Where were you going?
- I..don't know.
If the destination is unknown, you just need to take the next step.
- But what if I don't like where I end up?
Then steer your boat to another path. Nobody understands that its always me waiting at the end of the horizon. Your life will be remembered by how you flew or fought with the currents that try to rock you out of your boat. So pull your anchors, steady your feet and go dance the waltz with life.
-Ember Sage
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“The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.”
— Flora Whittemore
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“Gradually the cloud of self-responsibility gathered upon her. She became aware of herself, that she was a separate entity in the midst of an unseparated obscurity, that she must go somewhere, she must become something. And she was afraid, troubled. Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself. But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one’s own life.”
— D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning; "My Doves"
Text ID: I will have hopes that cannot fade,
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“When our actions do not,
our fears do make us traitors.”
—William Shakespeare, Macbeth
(The photos aren’t mine. credit to owner.)
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"I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others_"
_F. Scott Fitzgerald
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"People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away."
_F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“My friend bought new clothes for his cat”
(Source)
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