Sometimes you just have to leave your life behind and let the world move you. Into landscapes, into smiles of loved ones when you see them waiting for you on the other side of the street after a long absence. Into the water for early-morning swims, into the way how the river sustains your body. How it does so effortlessy. The way it holds everything in place. Learn to trust it to the extent you let it carry you off a cliff not knowing whether you’ll survive or not. Fall into it wholeheartedly. And while you’re in it, you’ll know you’re nothing more but just the river, falling. Or a smiling crinkle in the corner of that someone’s eye. And you’re going to be nothing less than just alright.
“Ultimately you will come to see that you are neither the particular nor the universal, you are beyond both. As the tiny point of a pencil can draw innumerable pictures, so does the dimensionless point of awareness draw the contents of the vast universe. Find that point and be free.”
Roberto Bolaño on writing short stories. (via)
“The way to create art is to burn and destroy ordinary concepts and to substitute them with new truths that run down from the top of the head and out of the heart.”
—Charles Bukowski (via flowence)