As I relax on the sofa a thought hits me, this is exactly the place I’ve been looking for forever…I can barely believe that it actually exists
Still, in the end, we all die just the same.
You know something?” she said.
“I’m completely empty.”
Maybe I am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn’t find it, or were unhappy with what they found (or else they were disappointed or angry), and then they left. One day, without warning, they vanished, with no explanation, no word of farewell. Like a silent hatchet had sliced the ties between them, ties through which warm blood still flowed, along with a quiet pulse.
When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind.
Living like an empty shell is not really living, no matter how many years it might go on
suffering is a misunderstood pain
It’s not a question of better or worse. The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up and down when you’re supposed to go down. When you’re supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you’re supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there’s no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness.
Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.