“the greatest feeling opposed to being love, is the end side of heartbreak. the moment, every emotion you held inside begins pouring out in means of inspirational greed. the moment you begin taking your insanity back, no filters or chains. an emotional freedom.”—
“On a really dark night, you can see between 1000 and 1500 stars, and there are millions more that haven’t been discovered. It is so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realise it isn’t that way at all.”—Jodi Picoult
but more so, it feels good. i forget the moment in between laughter and ending… i remind myself the casualty of merely, living… not to be mistaken for existing… passionately, being. i drink wine because it tastes good.
you live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. the symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. the second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. that is all. it appears like an innocuous illness. monotony, boredom, death. millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. they work in offices. they drive a car. they picnic with their families. they raise children. and then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. some never awaken.”