In Depth – FOUND

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

― Albert Camus

Sail To New Wonders :)

“I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted,
and the time come to take shelter
in a silent obscurity,
but I find that thy will knows no end in me,
and when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart,
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.”

~ Rabindranath Tagore

THE BLIND WILLOW

A hill. And a small house on top of the hill. A woman was asleep in the house. The house was surrounded by a stand of blind willows. It was the blind willows that had put her to sleep.

A blind willow looks small on the outside, but it’s got incredibly deep roots. Actually, after a certain point it stops growing up and pushes further and further down into the ground. Like the darkness nourishes it. The flies carry pollen to her ear, burrow inside, and put her to sleep.

A young man, once, climbed up the hill to rescue the woman the blind-willow pollen had put to sleep. Pushing his way through the thick blind willows, the young man slowly made his way up the hill. He was the first one ever to climb the hill once the blind willows took over. Hat pulled down over his eyes, brushing away with one hand the swarms of flies buzzing around him, the young man kept climbing. To see the sleeping woman. To wake her from her long, deep sleep.

But by the time he reached the top of the hill the woman’s body had been, in a sense, eaten up by the flies.

In our lives instead of  sensing what’s happening, saying what should be said we leave the hill, still overgrown with blind willows.

~A Small Story To Inspire, work of Haruki Murakami

What Matters Most

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”

~Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Regardless

“We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.”

~Cecelia Ahern

About Me

Writings are captures of different moments and different realizations in life. There are lessons that are learned and there are lessons that are forgotten. With a hope it’ll be understood.

“All truly wise thoughts have been thoughts already thousands of times;

but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience.”
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~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe”