a gift to bring you

you have no idea how hard i’ve looked for a gift to bring you.

nothing seemed right.

what’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine,

or water to the ocean.

everything i came up with was like taking spices to the orient.

—it’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these

so i’ve brought you a mirror.

look at yourself and:

remember

me.

:: rumi

explain the darkness to me.

it’s dark because you are trying too hard.

»» lightly child,

»» lightly.

learn to do everything »» l i g h t l y .

yes, feel»» lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.

just  »»lightly let things happen and  »»lightly cope with them.

:: Aldous Huxley

from
island.

faq.

i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

drink her.

she was the third beer.

i. not the first one,

which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude;

ii. nor the second,

that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first.

iii. but the third,

the one you drink because it’s there,
because it can’t hurt,
and because
what difference does it make?

deserving.

it sounded old

“deserve.”

(old-and-tired-and-beaten-to-death).

deserve.

—now: it seemed to him that  he-was-always-saying-or-thinking   that  he-didn’t-deserve-some-bad-luck-or-some-bad-treatment   from others.

(he’d told Guitar that he didn’t-deserve-his-family’s

“dependence,”

“hatred,”

or …

deserving.