those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.
// Charles Bukowski
MIND
MIND: Polarity
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow?
I must have a dark side also if I am to be whole.
Modern Man in Search of a Soul // C.G. Jung
MIND: Stalled
Any action is often better than no action, especially if you have been stuck in an unhappy situation for a long time. If it is a mistake, at least you learn something, in which case it’s no longer a mistake. If you remain stuck, you learn nothing.
The Power of Now // Eckhart Tolle
MIND: Cloy
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world
is also a confession of their character.
// Ralph Waldo Emerson
MIND: Discerning
You will never be able to experience everything.
So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
// Albert Camus
MIND: Diversions
Our crisis is no longer material; it’s existential, it’s spiritual.
We have so much fucking stuff and so many opportunities
that we don’t even know what to give a fuck about anymore.
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck // Mark Manson
MIND: Withheld
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
The Picture of Dorian Gray // Oscar Wilde
MIND: Unedited
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical;
Don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion.
Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
// Franz Kafka
MIND: Centre
When you surrender to what is and so become fully present,
the past ceases to have any power.
The realm of Being, which had been obscured by the mind, then opens up.
Suddenly, a great stillness arises within you, an unfathomable sense of peace.
And within that peace, there is great joy.
And within that joy, there is love.
And at the innermost core, there is the sacred, the immeasurable,
That which cannot be named.
// Eckhart Tolle
MIND: Rusted
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
// Sylvia Plath
