To be alive is to dance on the edge of oblivion, to feel the weight of existence pressing down upon us, even as we reach for the stars.
β¦ in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world
the comfort i find in the rain is kinda unreal
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Can I haunt you? Like romantically.
Pick your poison babe, Iβm poison either way
maybe i like this rollercoaster, maybe it keeps me high
Iβll tell you something right now,
Iβm terrified of burning my whole life down.
There is something to be said about the way in which a memory fades - like ink in water, rippling until it is no longer there.
It fades with the finality of a written ending, in way it leaves no room for further discussion; it simply vanishes.
And like ink in water, it is hard to catch before it leaves completely. It simply stains other memories, giving a gray veil
that wasn't there before. But its echo - that noise it made while it lived, forever remains in your brain.
~ Ely C. Winters.
So many people disregard Camus as cold, detached, cynical.
But I ask you, what is a cynic, if not a broken romantic?
βFind meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.β
// Albert Camus, from βNotebooks, 1951-1959β
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