the art of love

one of my favorite dudes in the whole universe is Heraclitus. He was a damn good philosopher and even though he hated mostly everybody, he said some pretty cool things, like this one:

'τοις εγρηγορόσιν ίνα και κοινον κόσμον είναι, των δέ κοιμωμενων εκαστον είς ίδιον άποστρέφεσθαι'

which roughly translates to: for those who are awake there is one common world, but among those who are asleep, each one turns to their own little world.

Today it hit me: love wakes you up! If you want to experience love, you need to wake up and live in the common world.

My own little world, is just not exciting enough anymore.

L'Écume des jours

It feels like i'm in a delightfully eccentric Michel Gondry film, and for the first time in my life, i only want to be me!

drogulus

half the time i wish i knew what i have to do, to shake off this numbing feeling that this is nothing.

and the other half, i'm crazy excited that this could be something.

Hey, i haven't felt this normal in a long time!

panic

i get this nauseating feeling that things are changing super fast in my brain. Old synapses are being replaced by new ones and my poor neurons don't really know what on earth is going on. I think i'll wait for the process to complete and decide if things are going well or not.

Hey, there is a song for every situation!

sweet dreams
xoxo

the sunny side of life

oh, what a sweet night!

a timing attack

and a song dedicated to the sweet promises of all tomorrows.. that hearts will be open, and that it will be easy.

naivete

“Only one is a wanderer. Two together are always going somewhere.”

My naive side never loses hope!

a healthy breakfast

hopefully sets the tone for the rest of the day

Courage

i haven't been feeling connected lately. I feel so withdrawn, in a bad way. I just want things to make sense, and right now, nothing makes sense. 

I want to feel part of the whole again. A little piece of the puzzle. I don't like it when i'm like this. Nothing makes sense, nothing matters. And i feel so cold all the freaking time!

"Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes it's the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering 'I will try again tomorrow"

vagaries of perception

That's me right there. There, you see? Standing, clenching my teeth in anger, asking the tough questions. That little speech makes good sense to me :( But i don't want to be Agent Smith anymore, i want to be Mr Anderson. I want to be the one who says "Because i choose to", then get up and kick some ass.
Tomorrow is a new day.