MIND: Survival

The last six months have been a unique hell,
but that’s finished and I am fine now.

// Sylvia Plath

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MIND: Vessel

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.
To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence:
I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Fleeting

You know, once in a while you have a glimpse of complete happiness with someone you love fully for a brief while – and then it passes, and you are sad, yet afraid somehow that if you ever met again, the perfect illusion would be dispelled and the dream gone.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Obscurity

I sometimes wish that I had been born in some obscure corner of the world… In Iceland, perhaps, or some South Sea Island, where one could live a normal life without being part of the great insane world struggles.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Budding

In other words, this is a period of sterility emotionally. Mentally, it is a fertilization of the soil in my mind… Who knows what may bloom in the fruitful season later on? Enough symbolism. I am happy, which is strange, as I realize myself socially and emotionally unfulfilled.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Heatwave

The heat has gone to my head, mother. I indulge, I overindulge. There is nothing delicate about it. I am being compulsive, I depress myself. I hate need but I need to feel needed. I need to feel indispensable. Utterly, explicitly, and ferociously indispensable.

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Doubts

Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I’m any good? Above all, CAN A SELFISH EGOCENTRIC JEALOUS AND UNIMAGINATIVE FEMALE WRITE A DAMN THING WORTHWHILE?

// Sylvia Plath

MIND: Limits

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

// Sylvia Plath