It’s Easy To Do Nothing, But Your Heart Breaks A Little More Every Time You Do.

Sometimes, just some times... Life is plain good. Simple and easy. As if the meaning was, that we humans were supposed to just exist. Just being... Human beings. Like every day was there for you to live through, without big trouble or deep worries. Just... Be. Nothing but your senses and sensing that you're part of a world that senses you too. Without anything special about that. Just another day for you, to do whatever good. Or do nothing, if that's what you want. With other people that also just enjoy existing... But THEN you're being shallow, not thinking enough, not reflecting or considering this or that! Oh no! Then you're being naive and superficial! Even turning this very complicated life into a banality! THAT'S not allowed! You have to be DEEP! With SO many layers in your mind, that most of them are hidden. You have to be confused. LIFE has to confuse you... No such thing as just... Being! No way! That's not life! Is it? #castelodevide #alentejo #existing #justanotherday #beingalive #sun #castelo #justbeing #life #maisumdia #simplicity #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, it's in there too, as it is in almost everything...) #somedaysyoujustfeellikeyoudonthavetodoanythingtobeapartoftheworldbutopenyoursensesandbealiveanditisntevenanykindofeffortitjusthappenslikeexistinghappens (Usual one-off hashtag... #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Even he is in this too, somehow...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

Vejret. Og julen! Og... Noget? Vistnok.

Enkeltstående udsagn og meninger uden sammenhæng.  Rækkefølgen er tilfældig. Og iøvrigt mest for at sætte noget på en side, taste nogle ord. Ikke af nogen særlig grund. Ikke fordi det er nødvendigt. Det må det så alligevel være, ellers ville jeg vel ikke bruge tid på det? På hvad?    Hvis ikke andet, ja så er det juletid. Og vejret! Dét kan altid skrives om. Det er et sted at starte:  Livet…

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Uvist Fri

Uvist hvor. Uden for nogens viden. Uden præcise koordinater, næsten  væk. Måske bag en horisont. Eller  den næste.   Jeg er dog klassificeret som en vækst. Det berører ikke mig, og ingen rører mig, og så er jeg næsten ikke mig, heldigvis, blot en vækst.  Uvist hvor.    Min eneste tid, her hvor tid tøver, ophører, opløses. Min eneste  tid er vinter og sommer. Sommer og vinter,…

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Note 1.0 '20 / Kragenatøje & Still.

Note 1.0 ’20 / Kragenatøje & Still.

  MED KURS MOD KERNEN. 

Natnoter om alt andet end dét. Måske. 

  Stearinlyset er næsten brændt ned. Sådan! En sand sætning. Som Hemingway sagde var en god start. Og en pokkers masse har gentaget og formentlig forsøgt. Det er ellers et såkaldt bloklys, der skulle kunne brænde i dagevis. Det må være korte vinterdage. Så hyggelyset er rationeret, det får lov at sprede sin lille bløde cirkel nogle…

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It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.

Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (via books-n-quotes)

So don't fall apart like 2 or 5 times a life...

Age and experience Are savage beasts Devouring hope & innocence Through life’s bloodied feast

(via in-my-thinking)

My thoughts too...

Hende Laurie… Det første han lærer, er tallet nul. 0. At komme talrækken til bunds. Ovenfra, hvis der er noget op og ned på tal.

More true stuff...

Mortar

Words are easily traded and thrown like grenades, Footholds welled deep in trenches of juxtaposition. Our arguments resound like echoes in the hallway, Making any point confused beyond such cognition.

Everyone wants an explanation that makes sense, But it’s only a generalization to what they demand. Something designed to placate their feeble minds, While everything else is considered to be damned.

“Follow the herd,” they stammer twelve rows back, Because few need a leader to fall from their ledge. It’s not sad people would rather be lost than found, As foundations are built from this rot in the dredge.

Kattetur-retur.

Hide'n seek... Getting closer to the you! 😉

“What’s yours will find you.”

— Unknown