I don’t care
If you’re in the seventh circle of hell
Or digging deeper
If you’re hurting distressed
Dying or dead already
So what
The Sun
Has abandoned us
Here in this dark cave
I will teach you
To make your own sunshine
Cactus
When all else fails
You can still try
To be a cactus
Madly in love
With every tiniest
Drop of water
Every blazing
Ray of light
That burns his skin
Pray for rain
With all your heart
On verge of death
Trade pleasure
For foolish hope
And lasting bliss
Real freedom
Fake freedom requires the world to conform to your will. Real freedom requires nothing of the world. It is your will. — Mark Manson, Everything is F*cked: A Book About Hope Mark Manson’s new book is out. I’ll write more about it on a different occasion. For now I’ll just say, if you’re wondering why […]
If you’re going through hell, keep going… A few thoughts on depression and hope.
Whenever I feel confused and overwhelmed, I like to keep things in perspective. And the truth is, this is the best confused and overwhelmed state than I have ever been in. Staying present and sorta-self-compassionate in the middle of an emotional turmoil is the single most healthy response I ever managed to achieve.
It’s been worse. Much worse.