This is the springtime of my loving The second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing So little warmth I’ve felt before. It isn’t hard to feel me glowing I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles Flee from me keepers of the gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes It is to you I give this tune. Ain’t so hard to recognize These things are clear to all through Time to time. ooooh...
Talk talk I’ve felt the coldness of my winter I never thought it would ever go I cursed the gloom that set upon us... But I know that I love you so But I know that I love you so.
These are the seasons of emotion And like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient- Upon us all a little rain Must fall. Just a little rain? Ooooh, yeah yeah yeah
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.”—Johnnie Walker (Koichi Tamura) from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (via reluctantbuddha)
“Sometimes fate is like a 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, 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 should imagine.”—The Boy named Crow from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (via reluctantbuddha)
“from my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don’t. and when they’re running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.”—haruki murakami, kafka on the shore. (via paperbackgirl) (via reluctantbuddha)
Of course I dream of a perfect world. Who doesn’t? No pain and no hatred; only love and tolerance. But this kind of world doesn’t exist and I don’t think that it ever can. This saddens me more than anything, I think. This is why I try to surround myself with people who mirror the traits I wish I saw in every face. If I can’t have a perfect world, I will do my best to create one around myself.
I think about everything I missed between then and now. Everything I will continue to not be a part of, not ever, again. Is it really that important to be right in the thick of things anyhow? Wouldn’t it be better to watch from the sidelines, knowing that life went on without me? The point is that it did. THAT is what’s important. If life depended on my participation, I’d say we’re screwed. So I am thankful that it doesn’t.
It goes on with or without us. That’s how its always been. And therefore, those moments that we allow to pass us by, we can never get back. We waste so much when we think of only ourselves and our survival. We lose so much more in the end.
And those people we think we cannot take care of or have a future with… truth is, none of us have any sort of future with anyone. We take what we can today. Do the best of what we can today. Love the best we can today. Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring, and nobody knows if we’ll be part of it either.
If you love someone, love them right. You only have today to do it.