The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things. … Things must happen when it is time for them to happen. Quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. The happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
Reflection (part 1)
Have you ever felt that you’ve lived all your life doing everything the wrong way?
All your priorities mixed up. You never do the right thing on the right time. Going with the flow or even sometimes against it, by being lazy or leaning to worthless things that needs no effort and could never be beneficial.
What do you go to first: What you need or what you want?
I’m neglecting what I really need to things that are completely worthless. I don’t know if I have ever done what I need. Maybe that could be a way of punishing myself, but that would put me in a never ending cycle that I can never break out of it.
I am tired. I’m sick of all this.
I mean everybody needs a break, and I’ve been taking a long one for ages now, and I have no idea if I’m going to snatch it out of my system that easy by just typing those words over here. I lost my passion somewhere on the road, and I don’t know if I’ll get that back, ever again. I know I am not the same person I used to be anymore, but that changes alot, l mean
like every year or few months, I change so quickly and I never go back to who I was, and I am not getting any better here. I don’t know why whenever I try to go forward in something I am never persistent enough to complete it, when it comes to everything even fun stuff or whatever the heck it could be, it’s never done properly that if at all.
What is pulling me back? What kind of push do I need to change?
I have no idea.
Featherstone | The Paper Kites
And we’ll hate what we’ve lost
But we’ll love what we find
I have lived
in my body
and still need
maps and lights
to find my way
to how I feel.
I used to close my eyes to what stirred under my bed
Now they’re open wide to the monsters in my head
Instead of claws they whisper lies, sinking fear in quiet steps
I dislike any kind of boundary between art and writing —actually, I dislike any kind of boundary between art and anything.