wildgardenmind
I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via coffeekaling)

Numb

I used to feel everything,
A permeable membrane to the emotion of those who surround me,
A strong support, a friendly ear,
A loving hug, full of warmth & love,

Now I feel so little,
I hear the words, but I’m not sure I can bear to understand,
Because with every understanding nod,
I take a little of your pain & make it my own,
And I remember so well how sickening & painful those times were,
And I don’t know how ill come out
If I go through that again

This side is most definitely different
It’s much closer to the end
What once seemed so far away
Is now irrefutably here

Days which once were numbered
Used to create such urgent fun
Now the deadline is closer
The party is pretty much done

The people who once were so close
Are now causing so much pain
The inevitability of ‘the end’
Is most likely whats to blame

If we make an effort
And communicate a lot
Maybe well get through this
And keep the love we’ve got

wild-and-bohemian

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. (…) And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

  Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

You could be a waitress..

  • Mum: I'm sure you'll get a waitressing job there
  • Me: Thanks Mum, you know I work in Business Development now right?
  • Mum: Yeah, but, you could always be a waitress
  • Uncle: Everywhere I went they had Australian girls behind the bar and waitressing, you could find a job easily!
  • Me: You know I owned a business for a few years.. I've got a degree..
  • Mum: You should get in touch with that friend of yours from high school, I think they had a great job at Taco Bell there, they could probably get you in too!

Dave the Jeweller

On my fourth day in Europe I’m walking down the tiny, cute, blue and white cobblestone streets of Mykonos when a car drives by and I’m forced into a store to allow it to pass. The jeweller inside asks me if I want an espresso. I don’t see why not, I havent met any locals yet. He makes it out the back of his store, and I cant help but worry slightly that he’s spiked it. I can’t really check, so I just drink it and hope for the best.
He has jewellers all around the world, including Melbourne. He’s a bit offended I havent heard of his store. He tells me about business, ‘No one will teach you how to be successful. You have to learn, and do it for yourself’ I start to like this man, we speak about our experience and he tells me I am intelligent! Sharp! It’s nice to swap stories in such an unexpected place!
He has a house by the ocean, and a yacht in the states. Says if I’m ever in Miami he’ll show me around. I say thanks. I’m heading off to another island today. He asks me to stay in Mykonos. He’s very rich, I can stay in his mansion, he’ll show me around the island. He tells me, ‘There are two important things in life: Good food, and good sex!’ I agree, but after he tells me about the amazing seafood and local delicacies he can show me, I decide I best be on my way. I carefully thank him for the tiny little coffee, my first ever espresso, and begin to say farewell. We continue to chat for a little longer, he tells me ‘You never know who you will meet, so you never know if you will have a good time or a bad time. All you can do is your thing, and make your own luck.’ His timing is impeccable. I head to the ferry office to find out where I should head next. Feeling positive and excited after having met such a happy and welcoming person, I board the ferry to Santorini.