7 September, 2010 15:01
The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
— Carl Jung
7 September, 2010 06:26
7 September, 2010 05:00
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
Muhammad Ali
Select ayah translations that I had recorded – to send to Anna I think hahah
6:101 – 104
Wonderful Originator of the heavens and earth: How can He have a son when He has no consort? He created all things and He hath full knowledge of all things.
No vision can grasp Him, But his grasp is over all vision; He is subtle well aware (So subtle, invisible to the physical eye, so fine imperceptible to the senses)
That is Allah, your Lord! There is no god but He, the Create of all things: Then worship ye Him: And He hath power to dispose of all affairs.
Now have come to you, From your Lord proofs (To open your eyes): If any will see, it will be for (the good of) his own sol; if any will be blind, it will be to his own (harm): I am not (here) to watch over your doings.
With Him are the keys of the Unseen, the treasure that none knoweth but He. He knoweth whatever there is on the earth and in the sea. Not a leaf doth fall but with His knowledge: There is not a grain in the darkness (or depths) of the earth, nor anything fresh or dry (gree nor withered) but is (inscribed) in the Record clear (to those who can read).
feelings of home
why would you think that things would be the same? that you could recreate that sense of nostalgia? what is it exactly that you are pursuing? this feeling of comfort, of familiarity? does it even exist or does it feel like you’re chasing after something that escapes grasp, something so delicate that even the slightest breath of time will extinguish, the perfection of a dandelion destroyed by the gentle breeze. somethings are only meant to be enjoyed as particular moments in time, to be treasured and not ignored in pursuit of something that cannot be felt
home is not the same anymore, it is the same but worse. none of the comfort that you once new but all of the pain the cahos the disorganization
there is sadness in knowing that something was lost, is lost in these moments that it cannot be captured. the innocence and happiness of youth or is that nostalgia creeping in again?
how can you be drawn and repelled to some place in the same way so often again and again
it feels so disorienting to feel that home is not home again anymore that familiarity lies more in outside than inside this place
and yet relief that the things you had accepted and tolerated as what was and what had to be, no longer needs to exist this way, that there are better things out there
New post quotes
you will stumble into the happiness of your life
dont forget who you were
Life is about … ambiguity – gilda radner
there are too many mediocre things in life – love should not be one of them.. unless it is mad, passionate love, it’s a waste of time.
‘i’m happy to be alive’
seen on a bumper sticker ‘darwin loves you’
quotes
from someone’s facebook album
‘if you listen to your fears, you’ll die never knowing what a great person you might have been’
the 3 grand essentials to happiness are
1. something to do
2. something to love
3. something to hope for
‘go. be. love. the world needs you’
insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results
‘A mind that thinks about useless matters.’
I am spending much time focusing on not thinking too much… its not easy but it means happiness… and NO I am not going to think about that … analysis paralysis as they say. Time to accept the world as it is and see what I can do. What small piece I can play in making change
leave a comment