So Very True...

Noget om vand...

Noget om vand…

VAND MED KANT… AFRUNDET, TÆMMET OG LYDIGT.

Solen står ikke op, derfor går den ikke ned. Om så illusionen er nok så overbevisende, ligefrem overvældende smuk. Men solen er virkelig! En kæmpe kugle af flammer. Hverken en yo-yo, en hoppebold, eller et rullegardin. Den plopper ikke op og ned, bare så vi har noget pænt at glo på. Det er kloden, den så solide grund vi står på og kan forstå, der…

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You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

Steve Maraboli   (via wordsnquotes)

... And you still think you are. In control. Even when letting go...

And tired of being tired...

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No doubt: C...!

dialogue prompt #52

A: “I wish you could block people in real life.”

B: “Restraining order.”

C: “Murder.”

Som var ord...

Som var ord…

Hov, undskyld. Der var lige et slip, et sug i maven, en bid afstand, en mundfuld tomhed. Et rum imellem eller et hul i rummet. Som en gammel radios vaklen mellem to stationer. Den svage knitren eller susen eller hvem der hørte det hvordan, var lyden af en hurtig men holdbar sammensvejsning. Eller en zappen fra en stor finger, sådan stikkende ned fra en sky på en skyfri himmel, det må man gerne…

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There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

And am...

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Fx Jul. Og det hele.

Jul, om ikke andet.  Jul, om ikke andet. Hvordan kan det være svært, at finde noget at skrive om? Med alt det der sker. Ude i verden. (Som det hedder, også selv om det er 'inde' i vores). Krige har der altid været, men et par stykker af dem med stor mediebevågenhed har nogle ubehagelige konsekvenser og er potentielt yderst 'smittefarlige'. Og nåja ("nåja"!), der er et klima der begynder at vise…

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The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.

Barbara Taylor Bradford (via purplebuddhaquotes)

But it's a close contender... The past CAN be used as a positive way to the future. Or MIGHT be... Otherwise true; often a roadblock.