O’ melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.
i immerse myself
You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate
Energy will go into what you love, and what you love will grow. Go for a walk and watch it bloom.
Writers do not have the privilege of sleep. There is always a story coming alive in their heads, constantly composing. Whether they choose it or not.
In the end, we begin.
Anxiety is a sign that you have made up a story contrary to reality. Love does not fear.
What frightened me most was, I could no longer believe in my own life as a story. Everyone needs a story, a part to play in order to avoid the realization that life is without significance. How else do any of us survive? It’s what makes life bearable, even interesting. When it becomes neither, people say you’ve lost the plot. Or just lost it.
Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.
We are Living in the Last Chapters of Life… Find Your Purpose and make it the Best Story possible.