There is no good person or bad person as such. There is no evil or good as such. The cruelest of minds may be soft to you. The kindest of minds can be the doorway to hell when it comes to you.
It is our heart that will guide us through. Cause it sees the darkness in the brightest of noons. It sees light in darkest of rooms. Sometimes it will ignore the light and sometimes the dark. It is a mystery that can never be clear. Science and space, we can fare but love is a dimension we never dare. Maybe that’s why the mind never works because it is a coward to catch the butterflies.
That’s why when it comes to people, we let our heart decide because the mind sees and the heart observes.
The paradoxical woman | the age old story of heart and the mind.
Everyone’s always on about getting rid of day light savings because it makes no sense anymore, and while I don’t disagree I would like to counter propose making DLS permanent year round because lbh the winter wouldn’t be so utterly horrible if it didn’t get dark at 4pm and also, noon being when the sun is overhead is a construct made irrelevant by clocks
If one looks with a cold eye at the mess man has made of history, it is difficult to avoid the conclusion that he has been afflicted by some built-in mental disorder which drives him towards self-destruction.
I have been feeling very clearheaded lately and what I want to write about today is the sea. It contains so many colors. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. Or it will turn the color of old coins. Right now the shadows of clouds are dragging across it, and patches of sunlight are touching down everywhere. White strings of gulls drag over it like beads.
It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. Sometimes I catch myself staring at it and forget my duties. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.
“… and what I want to write about today is the sea.
Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red.
It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen.
It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel.