Strong Light Dark Flames

I saw my life unfold before me like a fig tree from a tale I had read. From the end of each branch, a fat purple fig waved and seduced me with a wonderful future. One fig meant a husband and a happy home with children, another was a famous poet, another a teacher, another was Esther Greenwood, the surprising publisher, another was Europe, Africa and South America, another Constantin and Socrates and Attila, a bunch of lovers with weird names and original professions, another was yet an Olympic champion, and above all those figs were many others I couldn’t understand. I found myself sitting under that fig tree, starving, just because I couldn’t decide which fig to choose. I wanted them all, and choosing one meant losing the rest. Unable to make up my mind, the figs were beginning to wilt and rot, and one by one they fell to the ground at my feet.

we’re silent because we didnt know. thats the whole problem. how can we talk about a problem we literally dont know about because of a media blackout.

“It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”

Remember the time you thought you never could survive?

“Be strong enough to let go, and wise enough to wait for what you deserve.”