Happy New Year all… may the Year ahead bring some dreams come true… and may it be full of laughter, love and light!
I recently found this beautiful piece that I loved and had to share!
Excerpt from ‘The Portable Henry’ by Henry Rollins
“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.”
I came across this book via Tumblr, which I am currently reading…. it’s an interesting read so far and I wanted to share!
Kafka on the Shore, a tour de force of metaphysical reality, is powered by two remarkable characters: a teenage boy, Kafka Tamura, who runs away from home either to escape a gruesome oedipal prophecy or to search for his long-missing mother and sister; and an aging simpleton called Nakata, who never recovered from a wartime affliction and now is drawn toward Kafka for reasons that, like the most basic activities of daily life, he cannot fathom. Their odyssey, as mysterious to them as it is to us, is enriched throughout by vivid accomplices and mesmerizing events. Cats and people carry on conversations, a ghostlike pimp employs a Hegel-quoting prostitute, a forest harbors soldiers apparently unaged since World War II, and rainstorms of fish (and worse) fall from the sky. There is a brutal murder, with the identity of both victim and perpetrator a riddle – yet this, along with everything else, is eventually answered, just as the entwined destinies of Kafka and Nakata are gradually revealed, with one escaping his fate entirely and the other given a fresh start on his own.
“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”
~ “Kafka on the Shore” by Author Haruki Marakami
QUOTES on WANDERLUST:
“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost. – J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Rings
” The Wanderlust has got me… by the belly-aching fire. – Robert W. Service, Rhymes of a Rolling Stone
” …but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
” The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days. – Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver (The Wolves of Mercy Falls)
” And we laugh and laugh and all I know is at thus moment I feel like I can do anything I want and be anyone I want and go anywhere on the globe and still call it home. – Kristen Smith, The Geography of Girlhood
” All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper just running down the edges of different countries and continents, looking for something. – Elizabeth Bishop
” Sometimes I think a man could wander across the disc all his life and not see everything there is to see,’ said Twoflower. ‘And now it seems there are lots of other worlds as well. When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see it makes me feel,’ he paused, then added, ‘well, humble, I suppose. And very angry, of course. – Terry Pratchett, The Colour of Magic (Discworld, #1)
” Paradise was always over there, a days sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and in through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home. – J. Maarten Troost, Getting Stoned with Savages
” Nostalgia in reverse, the longing fro yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. – Vladimir Nabokov, Mary
A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe,” a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
~ Albert Einstein, 1950
What are your Sticky Little Leaves in Life…?
# Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov:
# Alexander Pushkin, Chill Winds Still Blow:
For me personally “My Sticky Little Leaves” in life first and foremost would be my son, my mom, family and friends….
I have also related to the words, “I go on living in spite of logic at times“, in my life when darkness appeared and today I am glad to be still here!
Also the words – “Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I do find things that I love” ….well for me it would have to be Books, Poetry, Music, Art, Nature/ Animals and in my job, where I get to Nurse some wonderful people!