Being awoken at 2.30 AM by missile alerts - been there, done that.

This last night just gave me another bizarre thing to cross off  my list of experiences in life.

Mh.

“SADNESS OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds, Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness…” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
 

SADNESS OF THE INTELLECT: Sadness of being misunderstood [sic]; Humor sadness; Sadness of love wit[hou]t release; Sadne[ss of be]ing smart; Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean]; Sadness of having options; Sadness of wanting sadness; Sadness of confusion; Sadness of domes[tic]ated birds, Sadness of fini[shi]ng a book; Sadness of remembering; Sadness of forgetting; Anxiety sadness…” 

― Jonathan Safran FoerEverything Is Illuminated

 

“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart



*Life in times of Stress and War* 

“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart


*Life in times of Stress and War* 

“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
 SundaySelfie

“I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.” 
― Haruki MurakamiSputnik Sweetheart

 SundaySelfie

"I say, how do you do it?" asked John, rubbing his knee. He was quite a practical boy."You just think lovely wonderful thoughts,” Peter explained, “and they lift you up in the air.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

"I say, how do you do it?" asked John, rubbing his knee. He was quite a practical boy."You just think lovely wonderful thoughts,” Peter explained, “and they lift you up in the air.”

― J.M. BarriePeter Pan

in·spi·ra·tion

ˌinspəˈrāSHən/

noun


the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.
in·spi·ra·tion
ˌinspəˈrāSHən/
noun
  1. the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially to do something creative.
“Find me now. Before someone else does.” ― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“Find me now. Before someone else does.” 
― Haruki Murakami1Q84

Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn’t make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

Haruki MurakamiSouth of the Border, West of the Sun