Dear All,
Dear All,
Hope everything and everyone is fine. I am sorry for not responding to your messages and comments. I am not myself. I am paying attention to what feels contradictory, infinite, unspoken and hard to define. May be it will take some more time, I don't know.
I deeply wish that this autumn feels entirely like rebirth and I find myself.
Thank you for the love and support.
Take care all of you.
Much love and peace.
- D
I can see the sun
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Can you understand?
''Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn...''
– Sylvia Plath
Nothing is absolute
Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
- Frida Kahlo-
Nothing protects the heart like patience
Nothing protects the heart like patience. Don’t get your hopes up too fast, don’t let your fears speak too loud and don’t give your doubts too much time. Not everybody is built to handle the rough times. Don’t be surprised when you fall out with certain people. Few people understand what it means to really be there for someone. That’s the roughest part about being on a journey – you realize the ones that said they’ll ride with you are sometimes the ones are first to fall off. People make promises when the sun is shining and make excuses when the storm comes down. So, always be thankful for the rain ….it cleanses away the unnecessary. The reality is you could be amazing, genuine and sincere but still be overlooked. Sadly, people aren't real anymore. They just want reasons to complain and excuses to avoid. Having a good thing is so hard because meeting a strong person is seriously rare. I’ve learned to accept when people run from me. I know my kind of love isn’t for everyone and I’m at peace with that –
“I hate this feeling.
“I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank
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