“There was no duty for enlightened people, none, none except this: to seek themselves, to become certain of themselves, to grope forward along their own path, wherever it might lead. — I was deeply affected by that, and for me that was the profit from experience. I had often played with images of the future, I had dreamt roles that might be meant for me, as a poet, perhaps, or as a prophet, or as a painter, or whatever else.
That was all meaningless. I didn’t exist to write poetry, to preach sermons, to paint pictures; neither I nor anyone else existed for that purpose. All of that merely happened to a person along the way. Everyone had only one true vocation: to find themselves.”
Hermann Hesse, Demian
Selfie for the followers ?
been getting a lot of these lately. i’d hate for my image to detract from the stuff i blog, but idk, i’m strange. here ya go
“Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself
and listen to it.”
Richard Brautigan, ”Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4”
the train’s blaring in the distance. i haven’t heard a car in well over a half an hour. it’s foggy out, and the moon makes everything seem so fragile
Autumn must be the season of the soul. The trees are experts at letting go.
I always forget where I left off and waste too much time trying to catch up with myself.
Raury | God’s Whisper
“I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.”
Tracee Ellis Ross, in an interview for UPTOWN
Kid Cudi | Red Eye ft. Haim
“When someone is seeking,” said Siddartha, “It happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal. You, O worthy one, are perhaps indeed a seeker, for in striving towards your goal, you do not see many things that are under your nose.”
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha