Feelings

Saturday, March 21, 2015

(1) Kusum Achia

“Why do I read?
I just can't help myself.
I read to learn and to grow, to laugh
and to be motivated.
I read to understand things I've never
been exposed to.
I read when I'm crabby, when I've just
said monumentally dumb things to the
people I love.
I read for strength to help me when I
feel broken, discouraged, and afraid.
I read when I'm angry at the whole
world.
I read when everything is going right.
I read to find hope.
I read because I'm made up not just of
skin and bones, of sights, feelings,
and a deep need for chocolate, but I'm
also made up of words.
Words describe my thoughts and what's
hidden in my heart.
Words are alive--when I've found a
story that I love, I read it again and
again, like playing a favorite song
over and over.
Reading isn't passive--I enter the
story with the characters, breathe
their air, feel their frustrations,
scream at them to stop when they're
about to do something stupid, cry with
them, laugh with them.
Reading for me, is spending time with a
friend.
A book is a friend.
You can never have too many.”
― Gary Paulsen, Shelf Life: Stories by the Book

'via Blog this'

Friday, February 20, 2015

solitude....!

Without solitude love will not stay long
Because love needs to rest

Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us

Just as love is a divine condition, so solitude is a human condition
And in the miracle of life the two states coexist in life’s most significant moments

In birth- sorrow- death- and prayer you are alone

Do not fear the void as the void does not exist
A vast world lies in your soul waiting to be discovered

With all its mysteries and a new taste of freedom

(taken from "Manuscript found in Accra )