Для каждого действует своя мотивация. Пусть каждый раз, когда мне захочется прокрастинировать, меня подстегивает мысль, что мне уже 29 - это последний год до. Аве С.
Я так любила стихи Волошина "после долгих лет скитанья нити тёмного познанья привели меня назад", но это настолько неверно, насколько только может быть.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat. Robert Frost
+We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. Franz Kafka - from a letter to Oskar Pollak --- After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises … After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn” --- Despite what you’ve read, your sadness is not beautiful. No one will see you in the bookstore, curled up with your Bukowski, and want to save you. Stop waiting for a salvation that will not come from the grey-eyed boy looking for an annotated copy of Shakespeare, for an end to your sadness in Keats. He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived. Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world. Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth. Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor.
Так хорошо провела новогодние каникулы, что от декабрьской зп (правда, уменьшенной на неделю отпускных) осталось 4%. А ещё жаловалась, что с этого года мне как большинству будут платить два раза - аванс и зп. Поскорее бы 15-е число и аванс
And it seems I can't afford kindness now. True kindness is the privilege of the strong and I am weak now. Kindness only brings me pain. I have to look inwards, not outwards (as I am used to).
And even if I am weak right now I swear to myself I won't be weak forever. I broke myself, that is true, but I did it so I could build, so I could create something better.