I’m guilty of giving people more chances than they deserve but when I’m done, I’m done.
they say that girls are the ones who want fairy tail endings, but then again, who are the authors of fairy tales? mostly men…
For the fragment of a life, however typical, is not the sample of an even web: promises may not be kept, and an ardent outset may be followed by declension; latent powers may find their long-awaited opportunity; a past error may urge a grand retrieval.
The day is ending; it’s not coming back.
Everything turns in circles and spirals with the cosmic heart until infinity. Everything has a vibration that spirals inward or outward – and everything turns together in the same direction at the same time. This vibration keeps going: it becomes born and expands or closes and destructs – only to repeat the cycle again in opposite current. Like a lotus, it opens or closes, dies and is born again. Such is also the story of the sun and moon, of me and you. Nothing truly dies. All energy simply transforms.
I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind.
End is the end of your thinking and reasoning. End is not the end of endings.
…and the hermit’s spirit detaches itself, ever so gently, and begins its lonely passage upward, to find its final resting place among the stars.
Remember if it’s not happy then it’s not the end so babe keep fighting, you’ll win this war.
As long as you’re breathing, your story’s still going.