“The best people are like water, which benefits all things and does not compete with them. It stays in lowly places that others reject.”
You have to endure what you can’t change
that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
I know you’ve got something inside you that you need to write about, but you can’t get it to come out. It’s like a frightened little animal hiding way back in a cave – you knoknow
it’s in there, but there’s no way to catch it until it comes out.
Sumire said, “have you ever felt confused about what you’re doing, like it’s not right?”
“I spend more time being confused than not.”, I answered.
that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put it into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling. (…)
My eyes tell me I’m the same old me, but something is different from the usual. Not that I can clearly recall what “usual” was.