Here's something I wrote in my journal around nine years ago (yes, I was always a drama queen :P).
'Life's like a game of basketball which you're playing with a crystal vase. How long can you hold it and run without the defense banging right into you and knocking it down? But do you actually dare to pass? To let go of something that fragile, to take advantage of its vulnerability? And now, let's imagine you're the only player. If you drop it, you've to stoop and catch it; if you pass it, you're responsible for being there at the other end.
...Life's about the choices you make. And at the end of the day, somehow, what seems to matter is how securely you held the crystal vase, not how many cracks there are in it. The vase is probably stronger than it looks. It's you that's in question.'
No clue what I was talking about, but reading back, I think I'm okay with being breakable around some people, and with dealing with breakables around me. Sometimes, I look around and think we're all just a giant intermeshed safety net. And hey, everyone needs a safety net, right? Speaking of. I found these crumpled letters at the back of the journal.
.................
,
...
.
?
!
....
:)
PS: .
Unconditionality really is something. It takes some getting used to, it takes some breakability and some strength to give in to, to give back to. I wonder if it's something grown into, or if it's just instinctively there. I can't seem to remember, it's older than time. Incidentally, none of this has a context, so I really don't know what on earth I'm talking about.
I guess I'm just putting together, if inadequately, the feeling I got from every phone call, every ping, every post-it, every blog-comment, every Facebook thread, every, well, everything in the last week. Here's to fragility:)
'Life's like a game of basketball which you're playing with a crystal vase. How long can you hold it and run without the defense banging right into you and knocking it down? But do you actually dare to pass? To let go of something that fragile, to take advantage of its vulnerability? And now, let's imagine you're the only player. If you drop it, you've to stoop and catch it; if you pass it, you're responsible for being there at the other end.
...Life's about the choices you make. And at the end of the day, somehow, what seems to matter is how securely you held the crystal vase, not how many cracks there are in it. The vase is probably stronger than it looks. It's you that's in question.'
No clue what I was talking about, but reading back, I think I'm okay with being breakable around some people, and with dealing with breakables around me. Sometimes, I look around and think we're all just a giant intermeshed safety net. And hey, everyone needs a safety net, right? Speaking of. I found these crumpled letters at the back of the journal.
.................
,
...
.
?
!
....
:)
PS: .
Unconditionality really is something. It takes some getting used to, it takes some breakability and some strength to give in to, to give back to. I wonder if it's something grown into, or if it's just instinctively there. I can't seem to remember, it's older than time. Incidentally, none of this has a context, so I really don't know what on earth I'm talking about.
I guess I'm just putting together, if inadequately, the feeling I got from every phone call, every ping, every post-it, every blog-comment, every Facebook thread, every, well, everything in the last week. Here's to fragility:)
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