“I hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.”
William Butler Yeats, “A General Introduction for My Work” (via larmoyante)
Right. in. the. heart. </3
What makes me me? What do I want to come back to after a long fucking terrible day? What will I hold close to my heart when all the means of the earth vanish into thin air? How will I know I am at my safe place when thunders roar and the wind howls?
I’ve been losing more and more of myself in the insanities of the world. I no longer know what truly makes me happy, and what I truly value. They all somehow got lost in the fire of raging internal war.
So what next?
It really is funny how home is where my insecurities unravel themselves when I pine to be here when I am not. I was labeled a ‘long-lost friend’, and I don’t really know how to feel about it. I am terrible at keeping in touch over distance, I am fully aware, and I feel and maybe I even know that I am becoming less and less important to my old friends. So I don’t really matter all that much to anyone in particular, and I continue to float in and out of circles that allow me to stay for just a little while. I am starting to deal with this, and kind of interested to see where life takes me in 5 or even 10 years time. The possibilities are endless.
I find myself scrolling through the pages of social media too much lately. It is something that affects me, when I can be just so unwilling to participate in life’s social circus. So tis I promise myself, to not be so preoccupied by the digital life, others and mine included.
I always wondered whether economic development really is the answer to all humanity, it might even be the exact opposite of what we really need to do. Ironically, I study it, full time, willingly.
As countries develop and join in the long succession of integrating with the rest of the modern world, cultures and practices of old are lost. This matters because we risk becoming carbon copies of one another, every city a mirror image of its sister the other side of the earth. What will we use to define our unique identities when multinational corporations stamp their signs in every corner of the earth, when we forget our own native languages, when we throw away our customs and traditions?
Certain nationalistic laws such as ones implemented to protect the languages may not be such a bad idea after all.