If where we are now and whatever we are going through does not motivate us to leave this world better than the way we met it, we are in this world for wrong reasons.
What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.
We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
If you were a bird, and lived on high,You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,You'd say to the wind when it took you away:That's where I wanted to go today!
... ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane ...(from gleaning granules)
Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.
I'm an atheist, and I don't have any belief in an afterlife. You could say that I'm resigned to the fact that this wonderful life that we get here is it. And having hit 60, it's a good time to get resigned to these things and not be too nervous or upset - and enjoy what great times one can have.
But there is one part of this that hurts. The carefree, normal part. The part of me that was lost when we first moved and that I'll never get back.
Anyway, I think the two of you should be free to do whatever you want right now. When you're young, you think the only way to happiness is the hard road... but it's actually much simpler than that.
Whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do, and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we're been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.