March 2011
37 posts
Have Here
Archipelago
Have Here, Archipelago
You don’t have to explore foreign shores, read a book or go out anymore, pay the rent, take the car for a long drive, fix your posture or open your eyes. You don’t have to wake up and get dressed, go to work or clean up this mess; you don’t have to spend anymore time here, or even make any money this year. You don’t have to have kids or a wife, or find someone to sleep with tonight, keep in touch, write a letter or call me; there is no one that you have to see. But you have to breathe in every time you exhale. Your heart has to beat and pump blood to your cells. And you have to have dreams when you sleep, at least sometimes, or your mind’s going to starve and you’ll die.
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“Ask most people what they want out of life, and the answer is simple: to be happy. Maybe it’s this expectation though, the wanting to be happy, that just keeps us from ever getting there. Maybe the more we try and will ourselves to states of bliss, the more confused we get, to the point where we don’t recognize ourselves. Instead, we just keep smiling, trying like hell to be the happy people we wish we were. Until eventually, it hits us: it’s been there all along. Not in our dreams or hopes, but in the known. The comfortable. The familiar.”
—Grey’s Anatomy (via withoutyouimnothing)
