So often, sadness is the curse of intelligence. It's like the more you remember - The more you will wish you could forget. And the more you understand certain things .
There's a grief that lives in awareness itself. The more present you are, the more you feel how fleeting everything is, including the people who passed through your life like weather. Missing a stranger from a train isn't strange. It's what happens when your heart is paying attention.
There's a grief that lives in awareness itself. The more present you are, the more you feel how fleeting everything is, including the people who passed through your life like weather. Missing a stranger from a train isn't strange. It's what happens when your heart is paying attention.
Yes, I would say you are a sentimentalist. That's a good thing. My husband is too, and that's what I love about him.
Definition of Loneliness
We silly creatures
groping blindly at one another
heads back
listening for something
from behind
eyes focused
elsewhere
hands extended in front
fingertips straining
for contact
for reassurances
for solace
hope
love.
So silly
not to see
everyone else
doing the same.
~Frank Levy