You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.
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| — | Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 (via intoblue) |
Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.
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Ellen Goodman !!!!!!!!!! (via intoblue) |
I was walking home, thinking,listening to my music.. what could possibly be the best and most interesting emotion that I could feel, which i dont know yet and am attracted to..it would probably be the moment when you know youre going to die and you know that in a milisecond you will leave all this world and there is something you can´t even think of waiting for you..something our brain can´t even imagine..you can wonder how that feeling would be like but you will never know..till that very moment..isn´t that appealing?
