Monday, October 24, 2011

Pushing snowballs up the mountain against the heat of summer

I’m double bent against the awful wind. And against the day. And against the work I need to do. As well as against my thesis. It feels as though there is no progress whatsoever, that the colour is bleached from today, and from my life. And that I’m living on the awful outskirts of my Apple’s imaginary Instragram lens.
That is twilight zone.
But we are human beings and from life experience we know that this, too, shall pass. That tomorrow will be a better day.

“[...] the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' What did they call such young people in Goethe's Germany?”
― Jack KerouacOn the Road   


Jeff Chandler said...

Sometimes all we can do is breathe into it and know that it will pass. :-)

Beautiful Mind said...

Life's like that hey Jeff. But much easier to know that in retrospect. I'm not the greatest in mid-struggle... have a great evening.