I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.
~Nelson Mandela (via larmoyante)
No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
~Friedrich Nietzsche, from Beyond Good And Evil (via violentwavesofemotion)
Briefings for the decemberless road.
I know it’s December when
the weather drops some fahrenheits
the chill is not enough for real snow, yet too cold for my annual imitations
for my friends from cooler climes.
It is fresh and unordinary, biting into my guts.
days and their meanings shortening,
far too early (who’s to judge?) plunged into darkness
it’s just the tilting of the earth.
the currents turn
the world spins on but I’m a rock stuck in the sand
sinking as they dance and eddy around me.
beached centre of the anti-universe.
blasphemously ask, who’s that falling star?
i search for answers in my books
just not the leatherbound one
(the one with all the answers, the one the wisemen read)
it said, all was to be restored when 11 turned to 12
but it just don’t feel alright
when a birth day marks the beginning of
seven years of desolation.
I know then that this is December,
the December of my youth of
my dismembered life, not about to be changed.
When I was young, I used to have this thing where I wanted to see everything. I used to think, ‘How can I die without seeing every inch of this world?’
~Leonardo DiCaprio (via larmoyante)
I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good, either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.
~Roald Dahl (via larmoyante)
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.
~Tennessee Williams (via larmoyante)