Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Thoughts by Camus

The rebel can never find peace. He knows what is good and, despite himself, does evil. The value which supports him is never given to him once and for all -- he must fight to uphold it, unceasingly.
~ Albert Camus

When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him; and you are torn by the thought of the unhappiness and night you cast, by the mere fact of living, in the hearts you encounter.
~ Albert Camus

To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?
~ Albert Camus

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Just Sitting

I do enjoy just sitting with myself, relearning just how much I am my own best friend. Others are wonderful, but when you sit with someone who knows even your darkest secrets and most embarrassing weaknesses, and still loves you; that is a very special relationship, especially when that person is also you. One I know that no matter what happens or doesn’t happen, I am always there, and am someone I enjoy being with.

There are times when it is otherwise, but even in those, just sitting in quiet, letting all those shouting, screaming critics and judges in my mind finish their rants; I can then kindly thank them for their input, sending them on their way and just sit with me. And in that sitting find me to be quite enjoyable to be with.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Sour Shoes

Sometimes I wear sour shoes, violins playing, voices bashing, curtains drawn against the splendor of the moment. Thinking I am these shoes, forgetting I can take them off, run barefoot shouting to the winds, I love who I am as I spread my wings, leap into the sky, soaring amongst stars and clouds, joy flowing through my veins. So goodby sour shoes, I feel the dew glazed grass beneath my feet now as I start my run.


Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Silently

The day came silently
as the world slept

Dreams dancing in twilight
hopes rising with the sun

All soon burnt
by battles within.