I Don't Feel So Good Today.
I don't feel so good today.
I feel a strange, ancient ache in my soul. An aged feel to my rigid bones that once held the weight of the earth and the sky. Now they wish to rest, to turn to dust. They have endured enough weathering. I feel nostalgic for a life I have never lived, for a life I wish I lived. I suppose I do understand this humane desire. The soul was never meant to stay on the earth. It was meant to rise. And here, now, it is bound to, shackled to this body and inadvertently, to this world,held taut by the unyielding chains of gravity. I yearn for the day I return home. Up there.
I don't feel so good today and that's fine.
~Me
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I wish to learn the history in your bones.
If you think about it, all our thoughts and morals and feelings are plagiarized as well. We are a product of what we hear, see, speak and learn. We pick and choose what we like best while the rest goes to deep recesses of our mind.
Someone, a long time ago, wrote the same words as me, albeit in a different format. That doesn't change the fact that we both reached the same conclusions. But the issue is that my thoughts were never uniquely mine. And in all honesty, I'm learning to deal with that.
~Me
We, humans, have a natural ability called neuroplasticity, which means we learn new knowledge and have new experiences, we can develop new networks or circuits of neurons and literally change our minds. But remember, if you're not having fun, you're not learning. There's pleasure in finding out things.
"The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new news"
-Marcel Proust
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He said, with wise, young eyes, a single tear almost cascading down his cheek, "Ya ukhti, I cannot sleep. I had to bury my father, then my mother, then my sister." He swallowed hard, "Ya ukhti", his voice trembling, he continues, "Ya ukhti, my toys they bleed, I'm scared I'll have to bury them too."
And all I loved, I loved alone.
~ Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
"My dear, I have become so familiar with the loss of loved ones that death now seems like family and my grave feels like home."
