вторник, 29 ноември 2011 г.

Now is forever




We are not even allowed to be crazy. We can’t be crazy. There is always someone to think about. Someone to care about. Someone to live for. The notion of the choice we have is just a freckle of imagination. We can’t die if we want to. Cause there is always someone we have to live for. Someone we have to love.

We do not have a choice. Life is obligatory.

But sometimes we have to die. Even if we don’t want to. To show the people we love the contrast. Between life and death. So that they can appreciate life. So that they can be, if not happy, reminded of happiness.

And yet at the same time we live with the fear, the enormous fear of demolishing ourselves. Or, even worse, the ones we love being send to oblivion; into the eternal darkness.

It’s a closed cycle. There’s no escaping. The only truth is the truth of the moment. What we feel, how we see. Everything outside now is irrelevant. There is nothing but now. Now is forever.

*The Hours