true story. I’m a mess sometimes. Emotions, you crazy thangs you.
i’ve been channeling my inner Belle from Beauty &the Beast —in terms of opting to escape into the imaginary world of novels.
(not in terms of finding love w/ a big hairy beast-who’s-really-a-cursed-prince; darn.)
eat pray love; i began simply as a result of the recent fad of how ‘so amazing’ the book is and how you ‘seriously have to’ read the book before watching the movie.
um, i didn’t watch the movie. (i heard it was an utter waste of time.)
i haven’t even finished the book..
surprisingly, however, 100+ pages in — i am thoroughly amazed by how applicable this book has been to my life in the last few months. not that i went through a tough divorce followed by an emotion-shattering lust-ationship, but that i’ve been in serious contemplation of how limited our lives are.
it’s made me consider life as an isolated existence amongst others. yes, an oxymoron, but how else do you describe it?
(putting on my psuedo-existentialist hat,) I truly do believe that each of our individual existences is defined by our experiences.
——————————-having said this:
why spend time with those who you must mentally-cajole yourself to bare?
why wouldn’t you immerse yourself in a sea of those you do love?
why concern yourself with the negativity of others?
people come & go; let them think what they want. find positivity in yourself. you only live once. make your own happiness.
by helen jane long.
this lovely piano piece makes me sincerely regret giving up piano so long ago.
it’s also a beautiful reminder of the sheer, simple beauty & emotion that can be carried in instrumental music.