Showing posts with label note. Show all posts
Showing posts with label note. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Despair

If disappointment is the difference between what is and expectation, then what lies between hope and hopelessness?

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Let go

Let go of choosing when it's not needed. When the time is ripe you will know what to do. Stop protecting you by strategising and finding the right answers. All you achieve by this is suffering and blindness to what is.

The answers are so clear and imminent that there is no need to worry whether you recognise them or not. Shuffling things in your head is not needed: you'll know how to respond when the time comes.

Friday, July 25, 2014

I need

It is surprising how much we think is really needed of and by us. Most of the time we don't even notice it: we think we need everything we think we need. I'm somewhat convinced that all this is just a gone-out-of-hand mating display.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Growing old

Man after growing old loses his purpose, unless he becomes crazy, wise or preferably both. There is no meaning in gaining more weight, property, ex wifes, girlfriends or relatives.

There must be a point in a man's life when he must choose whether to live a dead life of gaining  or to start ripping it all apart. One must choose death in order to find meaning and beauty. Still one must do it with the utmost gentleness and grace, otherwise it's just decadence.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Death

Death should not be used as a drug or as an escape from life. Death, as a part of ebb and flow of it all, should be seen and remembered as an invitation to try, fail, play, learn, commit and simply just live.

For us dying in the long run, death is just a thought. Still, seeing the dissolving of it all, can become a subtle lover: her presence is felt as a gentle sorrow, beauty and inspiration.

Death does not only liberate us from life, but also to life.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Cold


I see but I don't feel what I see
Waiting, wishing, hoping

Who is this that knows that there is no peace? Who is this who sees the immersion in thought?