Inspiration
For the average person in the world who considers their own life boring and uninspiring, it’s because they’ve made no effort to seek stimuli (i.e. knowledge, experience, etc.) that will inspire them.
They become disillusioned by the ideals that other people create; they strive to become the ideal that nobody can actually become. They strive to become illusions.
Their fruitless efforts eventually cause them to surrender or to decay under their unrelenting efforts, forcing them to forever live in mediocracy.
And they may live that life forever and never realize their true potential hiding beneath the surface.
After a lifetime of living by my wits, and on my memory, I shall give myself up full-time to the profession of forgetting. I’m going to put an end to some emotional attachments which have long outlived their purpose.
—George Smiley
Ephemeral
Passing me by like the stars:
Disappearing often,
Yet knowing they exist.
It’ll keep haunting me,
It’s vivid image,
As though I have a memory of it,
Or at least the emotions I associate with it.
This world was never made for me. I was conceited to think it had a place for me, somewhere to call my own - a niche, if you will.
But I’m a drifter, chasing after something that will never be mine. I pursue it, yet it keeps getting further away.
And away.
And away.
And then it’s gone.
Again.
Don’t Try
Once you accept the fact that your life will never be happy, it’s so much easier to be optimistic about everything else.
Don’t be preoccupied with your pursuit of happiness.Anonymous asked: what's roxanna's tumblr?
That’s a very good question.
Remnants of Distant Days
Strange towns, unknown people pass on by as though in a movie, unresponsive to everything.
I settle into the scene, becoming a part of it (or at least making an attempt).
I act out of character, and once again, I’m back in reality, longing for the place where I truly belong.
1Silence
The noise overwhelms me - there is just too much of it.
However, I still feel alone, deserted in the crowd, with no one to see me. There are many eyes to see my, but do they really see me there?
No. They walk right past me. I’m falling behind within the silence. I can’t keep up. I’m not even moving - they’re moving ahead of me.
I’m just there, motionless.
I’ll never move away from it all, forever bound by my silence.
Insanity
I see you.
I’ve been able to see you for a year now…
Why can’t I talk to you?
I talk to everyone else just fine.
I love the paralyzing thing you do.
It just means soon I’ll make you mine.
How? Stupid question! Shut up and walk.
Let me see how graceful you are.
Allow me to glance at you as you talk.
I can’t look for long though. Too far.
I’ll go insane just by knowing or distance.
I can count the seconds it will take.
But I’ll just walk by. Mental resistance?
I’m a bloody coward for gods sake.
Alas. One day I’ll be with you.
12 steps past is all I must do.
Nothing to say though, that’s true.
If I don’t though, forever I’ll be blue.
And the whole courage walk will be wasted too.
Pointless.
Worthless.
Thoughtless.
Thoughtless?
I want you! I’ll do anything.
But talk…
Why not talk?
Is it that I truly am insane?
Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…
—The Little Prince
