tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 23. maaliskuuta 2011 kello 18:28
I tagged those of you who were involved in the process of me fighting against this paper, that was actually rewarding in the end... :) enjoy!
Sujet
Parlant de l’émancipation des femmes, Freud écrit en 1883 :
>. Qu’en pensez-vous ?
C’est par un tour de magie que le père de la psychologie moderne résout le petit malentendu qui semble encore parfois angoisser, à tort, trop de gens. Il écrase le moustique d'un air supérieur et voilà que, Sim Sala Bim, la solution au problème est que… tout à coup le problème n’existe pas !
> aurait peut-être répondu quelqu’un une cinquantaine d’années après, en imitant ironiquement l’absolu manque de pertinence de la flatteuse affirmation de Freud. Simone de Beauvoir expliqua bien les parallélismes et les différences entre la condition de la femme et celle du noir Américain dans Le deuxième sexe en 1949.
Cette attitude de la part des autorités de faire peu de cas de la condition féminine a sûrement fait enrager les femmes luttant et mourant pour leurs droits au XIXème siècle, et relire ce type d’affirmations doit provoquer au moins un amusé, petit désagrément chez les gens sensés de n’importe quel sexe aujourd’hui. Mais est-ce que ce n’est pas par un coup de génie, qu'il soit volontaire ou non, que Freud nous offre un exemple concret de la notion de déni et en même temps une solution ? On n’appelle pas un homme un maître pour rien et si, chez lui, à son époque, l’émancipation des femmes n’est pas son problème, chez nous, aujourd’hui, rien ne pourrait être plus correct !
Qu’est-ce que l’émancipation ?
Nous avons beaucoup réfléchi à la charmante provocation du psychologue. Nous en avons considéré les implicites, la référence au jeu de la séduction, au jeu de pouvoir. L’insulte cachée derrière le compliment. L’oppression cachée derrière la caresse. Nous avons pensé à un million de perspectives et de tons pour attaquer ce problème, nous avons regardé le monde du XIXème siècle et le monde d’aujourd’hui, où les vieilles chaînes persistent là où règnent la pauvreté et le manque d’éducation. Nous nous sommes efforcée d’observer le lien indissoluble entre homme et femme et à leur interdépendance pour la continuation de l’espèce, aux dilemmes que cela pose au moment de parler d’indépendance, de liberté, ou d’émancipation. Nous avons ri, en en discutant avec un gentleman féministe, à l’idée que si Freud pensait aux femmes comme à des êtres beaux, charmants et doux, il n’en avait peut-être pas rencontré beaucoup !
Nous avons ainsi pensé fabriquer tout un nombre de thèses pour discréditer son opinion à l’aide de citations d’autres psychologues prestigieux ou de grands noms de l’histoire du féminisme. En nous retenant, en nous contenant tout le temps pour ne pas faire l’erreur de tomber dans le ridicule, dans la rhétorique, dans le stéréotype d’une femme irritée que personne n’aurait envie d’écouter. Mais pourquoi ? Pourquoi tant d’effort si tout au fond de notre esprit la réaction la plus sincère était tout simplement le refus de relire cette citation et de réfléchir à une réponse sérieuse, polie et élégante ? Pourquoi tant d’attention et de temps précieux consacrés à des mots imbéciles qui ne provoquaient en nous qu’un sentiment d’ennui ?
Enfin, il nous a paru inutile de nous mettre à mener une guerre qui a déjà été menée et gagnée pour nous. Parce qu’en Finlande, en 2011, les femmes ont la possibilité de dédier leurs efforts à autre chose. Les médecins, les ingénieurs, les présidents de la République, ainsi que les ouvriers, les étudiants et -pourquoi pas- les psychologues dépourvus de pénis, ont le sacro-saint droit de ne pas se plier aux insultes d’un vieux maniaque que tout le monde connaît pour son obsession, il y a deux cents ans, de mener des compétitions de petit garçon dans les mauvais vestiaires.
L’émancipation ne subsiste pas si le fugitif s’efforce d’écouter et de comprendre, de l’autre côté de la mer Rouge, l’écho de la vieille voix de l’oppresseur. Ce n’est pas contre des fantômes qu’il faut se battre. Voila donc que petit à petit Freud, un peu comme l’image du grand dieu mâle à la barbe blanche, un peu comme le petit moustique à la voix gênante, Sim Sala Bim, il meurt. Parce que chez nous, comme chez lui d’ailleurs, l’émancipation des femmes n’est pas son problème, et c’est pourquoi son opinion, franchement, ne nous intéresse pas.
lunedì 26 dicembre 2011
tired of being nice (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 18. maaliskuuta 2010 kello 2:38
There are holes in the heart and mere scratches on the ego. Knowing the difference between the two is a sign of wisdom. Admitting the difference between the two would make a lot of sense sometimes. On more than a phylosophical level I suppose.
There are bonds that shine so bright it throws a dark shadow all around over the faces of those who were never really there when you needed them the most. Hands that never picked up the phone to give you a call when you were falling apart. Ears, that only listened when they needed a juicy piece of gossip to walk around town. Mouths, that only spoke to get praise in return.
I don't have nearly as many friends as I would like to believe -no, and neither do you my friend. So why don't we cut the crap and turn the lights off on this fucking maskerade?
Some relationships are just plain hurtful and all they have to offer is disappointment, lookwarm engagements, jealousy, crap. Why the hell do we hang on to people who'd be better off if they saw us miserable, ill, ugly, stupid, and unhappy?
"Things we won't do for love..."
Some like winning arguments, others like winning friends. Guess which ones get to share my victories. Some have everything and they feel like they got nothing, others have nothing and they feel like they got everything. Guess which ones get to sit at my table.
The armor gets thicker and thicker by the hour, as the inside grows softer, sweeter, and more precious. Reserved to the wise and lucky few who had the courage to dive deeper than the surface.
Speaking my mind will get me into trouble some day.
Learning to express feelings is exhausting.
There are holes in the heart and mere scratches on the ego. Knowing the difference between the two is a sign of wisdom. Admitting the difference between the two would make a lot of sense sometimes. On more than a phylosophical level I suppose.
There are bonds that shine so bright it throws a dark shadow all around over the faces of those who were never really there when you needed them the most. Hands that never picked up the phone to give you a call when you were falling apart. Ears, that only listened when they needed a juicy piece of gossip to walk around town. Mouths, that only spoke to get praise in return.
I don't have nearly as many friends as I would like to believe -no, and neither do you my friend. So why don't we cut the crap and turn the lights off on this fucking maskerade?
Some relationships are just plain hurtful and all they have to offer is disappointment, lookwarm engagements, jealousy, crap. Why the hell do we hang on to people who'd be better off if they saw us miserable, ill, ugly, stupid, and unhappy?
"Things we won't do for love..."
Some like winning arguments, others like winning friends. Guess which ones get to share my victories. Some have everything and they feel like they got nothing, others have nothing and they feel like they got everything. Guess which ones get to sit at my table.
The armor gets thicker and thicker by the hour, as the inside grows softer, sweeter, and more precious. Reserved to the wise and lucky few who had the courage to dive deeper than the surface.
Speaking my mind will get me into trouble some day.
Learning to express feelings is exhausting.
c'era una volta (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 22. syyskuuta 2009 kello 15:43
C'era una volta una principessa
C'era una volta le magiche chiavi
Quattro fortezze nascoste nel bosco
E tutto quello che tu speravi
C'era una volta un tesoro nascosto
C'era una volta il tuo cuore
C'era una volta che il gioco è finito
C'era una volta il potere
C'era una volta una principessa
C'era una volta le magiche chiavi
Quattro fortezze nascoste nel bosco
E tutto quello che tu speravi
C'era una volta un tesoro nascosto
C'era una volta il tuo cuore
C'era una volta che il gioco è finito
C'era una volta il potere
imprevisti... (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 16. syyskuuta 2009 kello 18:42
Ciao! Mi scuso per la lunga assenza ma un pistone traditore ha scavato un "buchetto" nel motore della mia carriola, che si è fermata su un'autostrada tedesca all'altezza di un paesino chiamato Niemegk. Appena ho raggiunto la corsia di emergenza (quando ho visto uscire dal cofano dei pezzi di materia e una sbuffata di fumo nero ero un paio di corsie più a sinistra...) appena ho raggiunto la corsia d'emergenza -dicevo- non mi si riaccendeva più la macchina. Angels watching over me...???!!! Quindi mi sono trovata a dover stare ferma una settimana per aspettare che mi rimettessero in sesto il carretto.
Adesso tutto a posto. Sono a casa sana e salva e mi sto già adattando a questo suggestivo agrodolce preautunnale. Appena posso aggiungo le altre foto del viaggio. Un bacio grande a tutti!
Ciao! Mi scuso per la lunga assenza ma un pistone traditore ha scavato un "buchetto" nel motore della mia carriola, che si è fermata su un'autostrada tedesca all'altezza di un paesino chiamato Niemegk. Appena ho raggiunto la corsia di emergenza (quando ho visto uscire dal cofano dei pezzi di materia e una sbuffata di fumo nero ero un paio di corsie più a sinistra...) appena ho raggiunto la corsia d'emergenza -dicevo- non mi si riaccendeva più la macchina. Angels watching over me...???!!! Quindi mi sono trovata a dover stare ferma una settimana per aspettare che mi rimettessero in sesto il carretto.
Adesso tutto a posto. Sono a casa sana e salva e mi sto già adattando a questo suggestivo agrodolce preautunnale. Appena posso aggiungo le altre foto del viaggio. Un bacio grande a tutti!
the bigger picture (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 3. elokuuta 2009 kello 18:55
Avevo in mente un'idea, un'idea su come incastrare i fili e intersecare i pezzi, poi l'ho persa. E' andata. Forse prima o poi ritorna. Anzi l'idea c'è ancora ma è la sensazione che se n'è andata. Era come se avessi trovato al contempo una soluzione al grande rebus e una ragion d'essere. La fine alle domande e l'inizio alle risposte. Avevo messo insieme dei segnali, dei segni, dei messaggi e costruito come una casa di mattoni racimolati un po' in quà e in là. Era bella... al contempo il mio posticino sicuro nel mondo, un arrivo, una sintesi di soluzione a tutti i problemi che più mi stavano a cuore, e poi però anche un germoglio, un inizio, una freschissima ispirazione...
"My world it moves so fast today
The past it seems so far away
And life squeezes so tight that I can't breathe
And every time I try to be
What someone else thought of me
So caught up, I wasn't able to acheive
But deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny
I look at my environment
And wonder where the fire went
What happened to everything we used to be
I hear so many cry for help
Searching outside of themselves
Now I know that His strength is within me
And deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny
And deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny"
Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
Avevo in mente un'idea, un'idea su come incastrare i fili e intersecare i pezzi, poi l'ho persa. E' andata. Forse prima o poi ritorna. Anzi l'idea c'è ancora ma è la sensazione che se n'è andata. Era come se avessi trovato al contempo una soluzione al grande rebus e una ragion d'essere. La fine alle domande e l'inizio alle risposte. Avevo messo insieme dei segnali, dei segni, dei messaggi e costruito come una casa di mattoni racimolati un po' in quà e in là. Era bella... al contempo il mio posticino sicuro nel mondo, un arrivo, una sintesi di soluzione a tutti i problemi che più mi stavano a cuore, e poi però anche un germoglio, un inizio, una freschissima ispirazione...
"My world it moves so fast today
The past it seems so far away
And life squeezes so tight that I can't breathe
And every time I try to be
What someone else thought of me
So caught up, I wasn't able to acheive
But deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny
I look at my environment
And wonder where the fire went
What happened to everything we used to be
I hear so many cry for help
Searching outside of themselves
Now I know that His strength is within me
And deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny
And deep in my heart the answer it was in me
And I made up my mind to define my own destiny"
Lauryn Hill - The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
lo specchio (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 12. kesäkuuta 2009 kello 16:30
Pagliaccio si fa strada tra i giocolieri, gli illusionisti e il fumo dei mangiafuoco. Trova riposo in un angolo, si strucca e si scrolla di dosso la eco degli applausi di chi da sé non sa più sorridere. Adesso è sola al buio nel fresco della notte e si gode lo spettacolo da una fessura nella tenda del grande circo.
È l'ora dei trapezisti, quelli veri, quelli che saltano nel vuoto senza rete e fanno congelare il tempo in un attimo di tremendo silenzio dove tutto è fremente attesa e presagio. Ecco il volo, il fiato sospeso, il cuore in gola e poi tac! la presa il sollievo, quattro mani salde e sicure che si afferrano coi muscoli tesi le vene rigonfie e palpitanti, poi un incontro di sguardi. Occhi fieri che si riconoscono ed accarezzano con lo sguardo l'altrui coraggio. Pagliaccio è catturata nel click di mille cartoline in bianco e nero dove ieri o domani fa lo stesso.
Pagliaccio si fa strada tra i giocolieri, gli illusionisti e il fumo dei mangiafuoco. Trova riposo in un angolo, si strucca e si scrolla di dosso la eco degli applausi di chi da sé non sa più sorridere. Adesso è sola al buio nel fresco della notte e si gode lo spettacolo da una fessura nella tenda del grande circo.
È l'ora dei trapezisti, quelli veri, quelli che saltano nel vuoto senza rete e fanno congelare il tempo in un attimo di tremendo silenzio dove tutto è fremente attesa e presagio. Ecco il volo, il fiato sospeso, il cuore in gola e poi tac! la presa il sollievo, quattro mani salde e sicure che si afferrano coi muscoli tesi le vene rigonfie e palpitanti, poi un incontro di sguardi. Occhi fieri che si riconoscono ed accarezzano con lo sguardo l'altrui coraggio. Pagliaccio è catturata nel click di mille cartoline in bianco e nero dove ieri o domani fa lo stesso.
big mama (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 27. huhtikuuta 2009 kello 23:21
chi ha avuto ha avuto avuto
chi ha dato ha dato ha dato
ho detto tutto a tutti
e forse anche troppo
a chi non meritava
e cose a metà
che anch'io non capivo
ma va bene così
e va bene così
e adesso che inizia
questo mio viaggio
se muoio domani sarà prematuro
e ognuno avrà in mano un pezzetto di puzzle
e non si incastreranno, non si incastreranno
come avrà fatto, tutti diranno,
ad essere mille in un giorno solo
ci sono venti film ma una sola attrice
ci sono mille viaggi ma un solo biglietto
sgombro il pavimento
e il sole entra leggero
da dietro le finestre
dentro a questa stanza
e tutto si riscalda
tutto profuma
di fresco pulito
dormire dormire
tra queste lenzuola
da sola da sola
estate è già domani
recupero le forze
e sono sempre io
big mama alla finestra
che stende il bucato
big mama alla finestra
che stende il bucato
chi ha avuto ha avuto avuto
chi ha dato ha dato ha dato
ho detto tutto a tutti
e forse anche troppo
a chi non meritava
e cose a metà
che anch'io non capivo
ma va bene così
e va bene così
e adesso che inizia
questo mio viaggio
se muoio domani sarà prematuro
e ognuno avrà in mano un pezzetto di puzzle
e non si incastreranno, non si incastreranno
come avrà fatto, tutti diranno,
ad essere mille in un giorno solo
ci sono venti film ma una sola attrice
ci sono mille viaggi ma un solo biglietto
sgombro il pavimento
e il sole entra leggero
da dietro le finestre
dentro a questa stanza
e tutto si riscalda
tutto profuma
di fresco pulito
dormire dormire
tra queste lenzuola
da sola da sola
estate è già domani
recupero le forze
e sono sempre io
big mama alla finestra
che stende il bucato
big mama alla finestra
che stende il bucato
surrender (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 27. huhtikuuta 2009 kello 19:43
There's a lot to be thankful for in the midst of all this mess, and infinite insecurity, frailty, guilt, pain, anger, shame, confusion, judgment, condemnation, and self-crucifying thoughts, endless endless thoughts (where's the freaking switch?!) that I call life, or the present moment. Grace, grace is my name and there's a reason for that. I need to go to the river at times you know. Lay down my burdens down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside, where Jesus listens to my blank silence and smiles at me through the eyes of a friend saying "it's ok... it's ok" - "I won't, I don't think you're crazy" - "why didn't you call?" - "woman, are you ok? let's meet!" - "ci vediamo per un caffè?" - "come stai?" - "anytime" - "here, have some Dutch tobacco, this banana will keep it moist" - "I'm happy for you, I remember your vision and I was there from the beginning and now look where this thing is going, I like this" - "do you feel like eating some more?" - "shall I make you the bed?" - "maybe we should use this money to pay for a shrink for our president so that we can continue singing next year" - "this is great" - "thank you" - "how are you feeling today?" - "I love you" - "come here" - "give me a hug" - "wake up!" - "Grazi, I feel like I'm walking alone! Are you listening to me??? What did I just say? Come on! What did I just say? You were looking in this direction and you didn't even see that I flipped the ice-cream balls! Where are you??? Stop thinking! S t o p t h i n k i n g!" - "You're too much for this world and that's why we match!" - "It's ok to follow your heart, don't feel stupid!"
Even God can't lift that weight if you're not able to forgive... yourself...
Sometimes it's ok to surrender and let them carry you, friends I mean, you need them, many of them! It would be too much for just one or two people in the condition you're in. But then you have to learn to take care of yourself. Virgos are thinkers they say, people with the tendency to live in denial, disconnected from their explosive and powerful emotions. They say it really takes someone special to see deeper and truly reach us, connecting it all again... I must have had a lot of special people around lately... This guy told me I looked like shit this morning and then bought me a croissant, he said I'm sorry, I didn't think you were really feeling that bad, and my friend wants to go jogging with me now. The cleaner said good morning and my colleague smiled hi even though she was pissed at who knows what. Then I got a promise, a precious promise: "I won't". That was good. Very good. Gave me peace.
Life happens all around and I'm realizing only now that I don't have enough strength to jump right back into it just yet; I might know what I want but I might also be deceiving myself... I guess I've been half-dead lately, giving clear signals of wild insanity that looked awesome to me but pretty suspicious to the rest of the world, like you know this fish out of the water before she dies? Flip-flap! Flip-flap! Flip-flap! Flip-flap!!! Flip... flap... flip... fl... p... f....................................
The sun keeps rising although you'll never find the string to pull it up and down at your wish.
Give thanks through your tears girl, like a good old pentecostal. Great is your mercy, great is your mercy, great is your mercy. Always give thanks.
Learning to just let yourself be is not easy when you're miserable, I mean seriously plain miserable. It would be easier to smile... and I've done it for a while. Now I'm just tired. "If I met me in the street I'd slap myself" someone said. Maybe because you have to come to terms with the fact that you're actually miserable... and that sucks. No-one can make you less miserable if you don't want to be, and that's a simple truth. But sometimes there are periods in which you just HAVE TO BE miserable, because there's no way you can get out of that pain if not "through" it, even when you try to numb it hitting brick walls...
So I kept myself company these days and painted, sipping this fantastic white wine and smoking my Dutch tobacco, listening to good music... but then what? It gets freaking boring!! And I get lonely man!! I mean I don't "need" anybody around in a needy way, but it's so much better when there is actually somebody!! I'm starting to understand people with pets. I really do understand them now, the need for company and unconditional affection... Being able to share the beauty of that evening sun and your candle light with something else... alive...
"La mamma, she feeds us..." they said, and that felt PRETTY DARN good! My heart almost exploded, and for a moment I was ageless and beautiful, gloriously fat and complete, I could see my grandchildren running in a beautiful garden. Then the guests all left too soon and the house was empty again. Me and that beautiful evening sun just for me, hence nobody.
I toast to my first true love, to the endless pain that softens my heart and proudly decorates my face with early wrinkles, to the girl-power girls and to the gentlemen who know when to offer you friendship. I toast to everything, ugly and beautiful, essentially human, like abuse, and mistakes, and the sins that keep me humble, disgusted at my miserable self, asking myself for forgiveness on my knees. My sexy, spotless, beautiful knees.
There's a lot to be thankful for in the midst of all this mess, and infinite insecurity, frailty, guilt, pain, anger, shame, confusion, judgment, condemnation, and self-crucifying thoughts, endless endless thoughts (where's the freaking switch?!) that I call life, or the present moment. Grace, grace is my name and there's a reason for that. I need to go to the river at times you know. Lay down my burdens down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside, where Jesus listens to my blank silence and smiles at me through the eyes of a friend saying "it's ok... it's ok" - "I won't, I don't think you're crazy" - "why didn't you call?" - "woman, are you ok? let's meet!" - "ci vediamo per un caffè?" - "come stai?" - "anytime" - "here, have some Dutch tobacco, this banana will keep it moist" - "I'm happy for you, I remember your vision and I was there from the beginning and now look where this thing is going, I like this" - "do you feel like eating some more?" - "shall I make you the bed?" - "maybe we should use this money to pay for a shrink for our president so that we can continue singing next year" - "this is great" - "thank you" - "how are you feeling today?" - "I love you" - "come here" - "give me a hug" - "wake up!" - "Grazi, I feel like I'm walking alone! Are you listening to me??? What did I just say? Come on! What did I just say? You were looking in this direction and you didn't even see that I flipped the ice-cream balls! Where are you??? Stop thinking! S t o p t h i n k i n g!" - "You're too much for this world and that's why we match!" - "It's ok to follow your heart, don't feel stupid!"
Even God can't lift that weight if you're not able to forgive... yourself...
Sometimes it's ok to surrender and let them carry you, friends I mean, you need them, many of them! It would be too much for just one or two people in the condition you're in. But then you have to learn to take care of yourself. Virgos are thinkers they say, people with the tendency to live in denial, disconnected from their explosive and powerful emotions. They say it really takes someone special to see deeper and truly reach us, connecting it all again... I must have had a lot of special people around lately... This guy told me I looked like shit this morning and then bought me a croissant, he said I'm sorry, I didn't think you were really feeling that bad, and my friend wants to go jogging with me now. The cleaner said good morning and my colleague smiled hi even though she was pissed at who knows what. Then I got a promise, a precious promise: "I won't". That was good. Very good. Gave me peace.
Life happens all around and I'm realizing only now that I don't have enough strength to jump right back into it just yet; I might know what I want but I might also be deceiving myself... I guess I've been half-dead lately, giving clear signals of wild insanity that looked awesome to me but pretty suspicious to the rest of the world, like you know this fish out of the water before she dies? Flip-flap! Flip-flap! Flip-flap! Flip-flap!!! Flip... flap... flip... fl... p... f....................................
The sun keeps rising although you'll never find the string to pull it up and down at your wish.
Give thanks through your tears girl, like a good old pentecostal. Great is your mercy, great is your mercy, great is your mercy. Always give thanks.
Learning to just let yourself be is not easy when you're miserable, I mean seriously plain miserable. It would be easier to smile... and I've done it for a while. Now I'm just tired. "If I met me in the street I'd slap myself" someone said. Maybe because you have to come to terms with the fact that you're actually miserable... and that sucks. No-one can make you less miserable if you don't want to be, and that's a simple truth. But sometimes there are periods in which you just HAVE TO BE miserable, because there's no way you can get out of that pain if not "through" it, even when you try to numb it hitting brick walls...
So I kept myself company these days and painted, sipping this fantastic white wine and smoking my Dutch tobacco, listening to good music... but then what? It gets freaking boring!! And I get lonely man!! I mean I don't "need" anybody around in a needy way, but it's so much better when there is actually somebody!! I'm starting to understand people with pets. I really do understand them now, the need for company and unconditional affection... Being able to share the beauty of that evening sun and your candle light with something else... alive...
"La mamma, she feeds us..." they said, and that felt PRETTY DARN good! My heart almost exploded, and for a moment I was ageless and beautiful, gloriously fat and complete, I could see my grandchildren running in a beautiful garden. Then the guests all left too soon and the house was empty again. Me and that beautiful evening sun just for me, hence nobody.
I toast to my first true love, to the endless pain that softens my heart and proudly decorates my face with early wrinkles, to the girl-power girls and to the gentlemen who know when to offer you friendship. I toast to everything, ugly and beautiful, essentially human, like abuse, and mistakes, and the sins that keep me humble, disgusted at my miserable self, asking myself for forgiveness on my knees. My sexy, spotless, beautiful knees.
what a day, what a day (vecchi appunti fb)
tekijä: Stupenda Grace päivä: 24. huhtikuuta 2009 kello 18:46
Aknowledging the present moment is a skill. Living in it takes balls. Not everybody has the strength to do it though... and it's a high energy consumption business. Quite draining actually. Exhausting. And if you manage to be able to do some trippin on the way... with your mind I mean, actually thinking you know where you're headed, God bless you, because that's exactly what will eat you alive. You know what you want and you'll know when you see it... or will you? So where are we headed anyways? I don't know. Will you hand me the fucking compass please? Nope. And don't even dare to reach conclusions because the minute you speak them out they lose meaning. Plus there's no user guide, no instructions manual... only patterns to be either followed or avoided. Can you see them? Well good for you... but the truth is you'll keep hitting your head on that same brick wall until you die, because you know what? That's the meaning of life! Woo-hoo! :D
Aknowledging the present moment is a skill. Living in it takes balls. Not everybody has the strength to do it though... and it's a high energy consumption business. Quite draining actually. Exhausting. And if you manage to be able to do some trippin on the way... with your mind I mean, actually thinking you know where you're headed, God bless you, because that's exactly what will eat you alive. You know what you want and you'll know when you see it... or will you? So where are we headed anyways? I don't know. Will you hand me the fucking compass please? Nope. And don't even dare to reach conclusions because the minute you speak them out they lose meaning. Plus there's no user guide, no instructions manual... only patterns to be either followed or avoided. Can you see them? Well good for you... but the truth is you'll keep hitting your head on that same brick wall until you die, because you know what? That's the meaning of life! Woo-hoo! :D
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