Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
I wrote Steve a letter, I just need the guts to send it.
Love is a snake that surfaces there, then here. Like awareness, a spotlight, a magnet that turns your head. Our planet turns. The head pivots, the matrix slips, shifts, heart flips. Witness the 8th day of creation. Who’s driving this train? Autumn brightens and falls and brings us deeper into the incomprehensible. A white afghan hound materializes outside the window of this coffee shop. Seattle is a advocating city full of pain and life, crowd, gulls. I don’t know if I belong here or not.
― S. Podry, Glue
Last evening with Carol I imagined love as two people are going over a cliff together. On your way down there are a number of options. 1) Scream, “We’re going to die!” 2) Blame each other. 3) Have sex till you hit the ground. 4) Or, on the way down, build a whole life together, a dream you share and inhabit in such a way that the “driving off a cliff” scenario becomes something else entirely: a shared life.
― Glue, Steve Podry