chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
Have I lost feeling? Am I going mad?
To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.
In hindsight, we never really notice we’re presently living in “the good old days” until it becomes the good old days.
We’re all just much older kids.
What an interesting novel. I highly recommend it to anyone in life questioning their own inner dilemma regarding morality and the relationships they have with others. Certainly a gift for those in their 20’s. It contains a number of silver linings that would most definitely benefit long term (and prevent any inevitable regrets). Fowles’ story is coupled with far too many insightful bits that it left me questioning absolute authenticity. Again, highly recommend. I don’t think you’d regret it.
Bliss with a little bit of chaos amidst love. Caressed with sunburnt ignorance under the guise of romance. Left with wounds that fail to close.
I’m a strong believer that we, as people, won’t really get it. From the time we can conceive our own thoughts to the last puffs of the air we breathe. No matter how established we consider ourselves, there’s always hints of ignorances within us. Life is given to us without much of a blueprint to see what works and doesn’t. We can try, but for only so long. Ya know?
I’d bargain that there’s such thing as emotional travels. When you’ve gone far out, there’s no way in finding your way back to place you once were. Metaphorically-speaking of course.
The Magus by John Fowles.
What a poignant piece of literature. Only 50 or so pages in and it’s embarrassing to admit how it has made me teary-eyed. A mentor recommended me the novel. Said he should’ve read it in his 20’s. So far, I’m gradually understanding the importance of it.
to the plans we said we’d commit to, I won’t hold it against you. life gets in the way and they go abruptly unfulfilled. it’s the initial thought which allows it to remain meaningful beyond our time.
Walking the streets of Philly – so many beautiful people, so many beautiful places. The urban neighborhood never fails to amaze me with all of its sights and cultured avenues.
There’s something beautiful about the way two wandering souls can meet halfway. Affecting one another by mere presence. It’s difficult to go through life without impacting your neighbor. The lessons we take up shape us into who we are meant to me. Or so I like to think…