'I can't. It's too risky,' I tell myself, as I back away from the wings that lay in front of me, the ones that I yearn for, hope for. Live for. Those wings.
'I'm so close,' I argue, 'I've always wanted this.' Those wings.
I can imagine Icarus smiling at the stars burning in my eyes.
'Come,' he would say, 'Fly.'
I smile, closing my eyes, keeping those stars going supernova to myself. And I walk away. Those wings.
'I am no Icarus.'
live your life now. don’t save clothes for a time you’re happier in your body, don’t put off adventures because you think your friends would be happier without you there, don’t deprive yourself of good things just because you can’t see the good in yourself
Slacking off in the name of self care is not okay. Sometimes, the best thing that you can do for yourself is push yourself a bit more to secure the future that you've always dreamed of. 🌱 Productivity is self care 🌱
Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.
- Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove
w e d n e s d a y
Today, I honestly didn't feel like studying. I felt disappointed in myself because the test results got announced and I feel like I failed myself.
However I'm choosing not to dwell on that feeling. I studied quite a bit today and I didn't let my emotions hold me back. I'm pms-ing hard af too. >_<
What's meant for you will be all yours at the end. The constellations are in your favour, so my little star-bright, what are you worried about?
A cat lays in the sun
Belly up
Soaking in the warmth
His Sister comes by
What are you doing Brother
Trying
Said Brother
Trying?
Questioned Sister
With her black and white spots
Standing on end a bit
It appears you are doing nothing
She said
Does it?
He asked
Perhaps things are not
What they seem
He replied
And with that
He dragged himself up
Into a sitting position
I see you have moved
Said Sister
But sitting is not really trying
You think not?
Asked Brother
Quietly
I spent last night
Locked outside
Helping a friend who
Was cold and sad
That in turn made me
Cold and sad
This morning
When I came back in
I helped the Dog
Find its toy
(He always seems to lose it)
I’m tired
And a bit melancholy
So I’m trying to cheer up
By laying in the sun
This feels like real work
Like real trying
I see
Said Sister
You are trying very hard on the inside
And I couldn’t see that
So I assumed you were not trying
But now I see
I was wrong
Trying on the inside
May be the hardest trying there is
Thank you, Sister
Purred Brother
Thank you for trying to understand
Trying
Is everything
"Do you know how to live three hundred years?” she says. And when he asks how, she smiles. “The same way you live one. A second at a time."
- the invisible life of Addie LaRue by V.E Schwab
But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.
- cloud cuckoo land
Memories are a curse; I want to remember you no more.
But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.
- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea