Glare of Reality
As the life goes on, one by one, all your illusions fade away in the glare of harsh reality; Happily ever after endings, fairy godmothers, tears that turn into diamonds… and the princess whose innocence is proved and wins the heart of the handsome, brave prince.
Snow white never woke up from her poison-induced sleep, Rapunzel lost all her hair and was trapped in the tower forever, Prince Charming married the ugly step-sister who cut her toe to wear the glass slipper…
And you never wake up from the nightmare that is your life.
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comment from Bill Mason
time August 15, 2011 at 1:54 pm
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
comment from icarus
time August 29, 2011 at 5:35 pm
Waiting for the miracle
. There’s nothing left to do,,,,
comment from Farbod
time August 13, 2011 at 11:58 pm
u r right!