C'est La Vie

The scattered bits and pieces, thoughts and collectives. An abyss of emotions

The first is bittersweet

There is this occasional longing. 

Reminiscence.

Waves of bittersweet emotions.

I like it, but i don’t like it too. 

Perhaps in a parallel universe, there wouldn’t be an ending.

How i envy them. 

Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.

Barbara Marciniak (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via appreciatebutts)

You run for you. You run because your very existence is a miracle and you’re going to do something extraordinary. You run to keep that temple of a body pumping and glowing.

You run until you’re drenched in sweat. You run for all of the people who said you couldn’t. You smile because with every step, you lead a life of “I can — just watch me.”

—Kristin Byrne, Elite daily (12 realisations runners have when they’re hitting the pavement)

Stay hungry, stay young, stay foolish, stay curious, and above all, stay humble because just when you think you got all the answers, is the moment when some bitter twist of fate in the universe will remind you that you very much don’t.

—Tom Hiddleston (via observando)

(via isaboutwords)

So, this is the view from The Treasury’s rooftop

So, this is the view from The Treasury’s rooftop

No

No.No.No.

I receive flat NOs from my parents. Its just so difficult and tiring to communicate with them. I am tired, i really am. Whatever perseverance left has withered away. One day, i will just buy an air ticket to somewhere and just leave a note stating my absence. You don’t want to listen to me, why do I have to listen to you?

Every single NO is like a leash that’s tightening me around the neck, i can’t breathe.  I won’t end up like Neil Parry in Dead Poets Society, but i can totally relate to his feelings. Being deprived of doing something that you really want is more than just a slap in the face, its like a wrecking ball, it shatters the soul. 

But i can’t blame them though. We were brought up in an entire different generation. Let’s just say i am a Left Wing and they side the other extreme. Two opposing parties can only reach a compromise, never an agreement. A compromise involves both parties losing out in some aspects. Nobody is happy. Nobody.