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empty platitudes

“I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.”

In ashiqo k gaalay kyun lagte hai hum Kyun hazaar chahty ha jis jis ko bhi chahty ha hum

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”

Angel with primal instincts

“I have advice for people who want to write. I don’t care whether they’re 5 or 500. There are three things that are important: First, if you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. And second, you need to read. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader. It’s the great writers who teach us how to write. The third thing is to write. Just write a little bit every day. Even if it’s for only half an hour — write, write, write.”

if any minors are following me

““I’d like to repeat the advice that I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, Ron, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty. And so, Ron, in short, get out of Salton City and hit the Road. I guarantee you will be very glad you did. But I fear that you will ignore my advice. You think that I am stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than me. You had a wonderful chance on your drive back to see one of the greatest sights on earth, the Grand Canyon, something every American should see at least once in his life. But for some reason incomprehensible to me you wanted nothing but to bolt for home as quickly as possible, right back to the same situation which you see day after day after day. I fear you will follow this same inclination in the future and thus fail to discover all the wonderful things that God has placed around us to discover. Don’t settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon. You are still going to live a long time, Ron, and it would be a shame if you did not take the opportunity to revolutionize your life and move into an entirely new realm of experience. You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only or principally from human relationships. God has placed it all around us. It is in everything and anything we might experience. We just have to have the courage to turn against our habitual lifestyle and engage in unconventional living. My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.””

“I genuinely believe, I am trying to convey the expression and meaning of love in the most exquisite sense, a stature of peculiar density and myriad of touch. It has been with too many selves, too many love, too many scars, a violent wave of emotion rising and ebbing, touching, gripping and permeating in my bones, like a fire that will insinuate the rhythm of silence, a silence that is audible, penetrating, perplexing from my skin. This immeasurable harmony of delusions, a terrifying mistake between us, between those words, a product of weak suppression of vivid dreams, a dream that is pale, colorless freedom, murderous, in denial, how warm, how gentle, how painful, how distant.”

the carpet underneath my feet has never felt so rough, i try to be tough but some days i’m still a crying six year old in the back closet, wondering why the world is still so unfamiliar and strange. my thoughts wander among rose bushes and sunflowers while my body sits in the dark, waiting for a knight in shining armor to sweep me away to wonderland. but i have always had all that i need, my heart and emotions, my strength and integrity, and there is an entire world out there for me. all that’s left is to open the door, feel the light on my face, and wonder why i left my mind in isolation for so long.