‘You can love books

but they will never, ever love you back

i wish someone had warned me before’

Joanna B. of The Unicorn Diaries

goleaftabgardoon:

• We deserve it to ourselves to be in loving, thoughtful, caring relationships. Basic attraction isn’t enough. Not now. Not in this place.
• Regular exercise doubles the amount of time between bouts of recurrent depression. (I don’t have a source, but I believe it)
• Too much of a good thing can make you sick. The little things make all the difference. Aphorisms are deeply relevant. This will probably piss you off
• They will ask, “How did you get through it?” You won’t know, because there is no answer. You’ll answer anyway, “Self-documenting.” And you will realize how much sense it makes
• When someone advises that you won’t be able to be a doctor, lawyer, professor, journalist, poet, whatever, regardless of how legitimate and applicable their reasons are, for the love of god, do not listen. Even if it is true (which is unlikely), you’ve got to figure out on your own, otherwise you will blame someone else when you didn’t try
• Keeping company with friends is the sweetest thing
• You wake up every morning with anxiety, the memory of something, something, something, you know it’s there you know what it is, but it’s okay, you move on.
• You left the house with a short skirt on a windy day. Whatever. It’s too late. At least your legs are nice, your eyeliner’s fly

(Source: sombol, via beatainspace)

diasporicdecay:

Impermanence is life’s golden rule. Trying to figure out how to deal with this is a huge feat in my eyes. To never get hung up on anything because everything slips through your fingers way too soon. You begin to ask yourself is anything worthwhile. You begin to ask yourself should I start trusting people again when everything is constantly changing. When you start viewing everything and everyone as something that goes through a revolving door, you start to close yourself off.

I’m understanding that life is fleeting, my youth is diminishing with each passing day, and my view of the world is changing as well. Those who matter the most in your life aren’t in the picture anymore and that’s okay. I think young adulthood is such an odd transition because you are trying to deal with everything that is thrown at you from every direction. You have been told who you are, what you believe, how to act, and then you are thrown into the world to figure it out yourself. You begin to question yourself and find out that those who you loved with all your heart don’t give you the same passion as they used to. C’est la vie.

Loving yourself is a life-long love affair. You only have yourself at the end of your day. You have times in your life where your social circle is plentiful and you couldn’t be happier. You have times where your social circle is very small and you couldn’t be happier. Solitude is good for the soul. Company is good for your soul as well. Adjust accordingly to whatever your soul is telling you. The only person you should compare yourself to is who you were last year and that’s it. That’s how I measure success. I have learned the most important life lessons in life are the ones you learn over and over again.

All in all, I’m learning how to take care of myself. I’m learning that I need to work on self-care and how to love myself, the good, bad, and the ugly. I’m learning that social circles dwindle when your old friends get married, have kids, and start their new lives. Remember that change isn’t a bad thing, it’s all about how to accept it. I’m trying to remember that even if the world keeps changing, I don’t have to become jaded because of it.

(via beatainspace)

greateralbania:

Excerpt from the novel “WHY!?” by  Sterjo Spasse

    It is better to be ruled by an inanimate yet visible object than by philosophy which is invisible! It is better to become a murderer with a rifle than by thoughts. Only a few people are killed with a rifle whereas thousands are killed by thoughts. I know that books have alienated me from life and that philosophy has caused me to lose my feelings as a human being. Love was not born for me, nothing was created for me! I was born superfluous in this world; I sat down to the dinner table by mistake. Having wished so desperately to right some of the wrongs of man, I find myself with no one close to me in this world. I am not even close to myself. I am like a reed floating in the middle of the ocean and shall soon sink to the very bottom of the sea. And I must drown, for though alive, I am as if dead. It is all the same to me… No one should pardon me for that which the world calls sin, for I pardon no one, especially not the philosophers. As for my body after death, I am a Diogenes. Let it rot where it collapses; let it be devoured by the first wild beasts that find it. But if mankind cannot endure such a thing and insists on burying me, then I have one wish. Let them bury me in a lonely spot, surrounded by thorns and thistles, without a tear or a lament, without offerings or mourning clothes, because for me:

    A world of nothing, from nothing for nothing,
    revolves around the essence of nothing!’

The villagers buried their only intellectual with due respect, but in a lonely spot - at the top of a hill overlooking the village where the gentle breezes blow from all directions. In the shade of a wild rose lies the young man’s simple grave. On it there is no name, no date or sign. All that is inscribed are his last words:

    A world of nothing, from nothing for nothing,
    revolves around the essence of nothing!
    A young man on the path of the philosophers.

Nga jetë në jetë - Pse!?, Korça: Drita 1935, translated from the Albanian by Robert Elsie, and first published in English in History of Albanian literature, New York, vol. 1, p. 476-477]

 

Sterjo Spasse is a noted Albanian writer of Macedonian descent. His novel Pse why is considered one of the great Albanian novels of the early 20th century.terjo Spasse (1914-1989) is a novelist and short story writer of (Slav) Macedonian origin from Lake Prespa. It was while teaching in the little village of Derviçan south of Gjirokastra that the eighteen-year-old Spasse began writing his first novel, and his masterpiece, Nga jeta në jetë - Pse!?, Korça 1935 (From life to life - Why!?), usually referred to for short as Pse!? (Why!?). Like Haki Stërmilli’s Sikur t’isha djalë (If I were a boy), Pse!? is written in the form of a diary and focusses on the tragic dilemma of a young intellectual in a backward rural society. Gjon Zaveri is an intelligent young man who, after his studies, returns to his native village. His parents, intent on adhering to custom and upholding tradition, insist that he marry the girl they have chosen for him, the village maiden Afërdita. Gjon knows that such a marriage would be a disastrous mistake, but after much soul-searching and anguish, he reluctantly concedes to the alliance, thus submitting to tradition and patriarchal society, and bringing about his own downfall. Pse!? is a nihilistic work, a roman i mohimit (novel of denial). Its pessimistic hero Gjon Zaveri suffers from all the Weltschmerz of Goethe’s young Werther, a hero with whom he feels great affinity. In the end, resigned to his fate, Gjon commits suicide by throwing himself into the lake. Two weeks later, a letter of farewell is found, with which the novel concludes.

From:http://www.albanianliterature.net/authors_classical/spasse.html