Pyaas (Thirst)

Silent Lucidity

She told me that I am more into her than she is into me. That she needs her space…allow it to open up slowly at her own pace. And we talked about it. I did share that I actually don’t know what that means. I would like to offer that to her…but I don’t quite know how to. I don’t know what it means really. This is the same thing that has happened in the past. Either the other wanted to run away from my consuming love or I wanted to run away from the others’. 
And I can’t handle someone else’s all consuming love. What does it do to me? I feel that it gives me little freedom to play, to have fun, to laugh, to be light. They leave their life and my life become’s theirs. And that’s really irritating. My life is my life. And the other person’s life is theirs. Its nice when I get to see and experience the other person’s life. And if I allow my life to remain intact. Live my life the way I want to. Go out and meet people, go places, enjoy…live life fully. And that’s what makes it all interesting. 
I fall in love…and I just consume them and overwhelm them. I don’t know how to stay patient, easy and relaxed. As if that love becomes an addiction. Its like this cup of coffee that I can’t do without. She wants to have fun, be relaxed. Enjoy this time. She wants to see me, be with me. She likes me. And my heart just keeps opening up more and more. And I want to possess, take over, control, consume. What is this? I am not sure. But its time to hold this opening and revel in it. Let my heart be opened up without having to possess the source of my opening on the outside. Its her beauty, her openness, her love that opens me up more and more. And I can just carry this feeling in my heart and live my life. Can I do that? Can I just live with this opening?
 
I couldn’t stop smiling when I heard this song.
 
This thing called love, I just can’t handle it
This thing called love, I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love
 
This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love
 
There goes my baby
She knows how to rock ‘n’ roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat
 
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I’m ready
Crazy little thing called love
 
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track’s
Take a back seat (ah hum), hitch-hike (ah hum)
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I’m ready (ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love
 

She told me that I am more into her than she is into me. That she needs her space…allow it to open up slowly at her own pace. And we talked about it. I did share that I actually don’t know what that means. I would like to offer that to her…but I don’t quite know how to. I don’t know what it means really. This is the same thing that has happened in the past. Either the other wanted to run away from my consuming love or I wanted to run away from the others’.

And I can’t handle someone else’s all consuming love. What does it do to me? I feel that it gives me little freedom to play, to have fun, to laugh, to be light. They leave their life and my life become’s theirs. And that’s really irritating. My life is my life. And the other person’s life is theirs. Its nice when I get to see and experience the other person’s life. And if I allow my life to remain intact. Live my life the way I want to. Go out and meet people, go places, enjoy…live life fully. And that’s what makes it all interesting.

I fall in love…and I just consume them and overwhelm them. I don’t know how to stay patient, easy and relaxed. As if that love becomes an addiction. Its like this cup of coffee that I can’t do without. She wants to have fun, be relaxed. Enjoy this time. She wants to see me, be with me. She likes me. And my heart just keeps opening up more and more. And I want to possess, take over, control, consume. What is this? I am not sure. But its time to hold this opening and revel in it. Let my heart be opened up without having to possess the source of my opening on the outside. Its her beauty, her openness, her love that opens me up more and more. And I can just carry this feeling in my heart and live my life. Can I do that? Can I just live with this opening?

 

I couldn’t stop smiling when I heard this song.

 

This thing called love, I just can’t handle it

This thing called love, I must get round to it

I ain’t ready

Crazy little thing called love

 

This thing (this thing)

Called love (called love)

It cries (like a baby)

In a cradle all night

It swings (woo woo)

It jives (woo woo)

It shakes all over like a jelly fish

I kinda like it

Crazy little thing called love

 

There goes my baby

She knows how to rock ‘n’ roll

She drives me crazy

She gives me hot and cold fever

Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

 

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip

And get on my track’s

Take a back seat, hitch-hike

And take a long ride on my motorbike

Until I’m ready

Crazy little thing called love

 

I gotta be cool, relax, get hip

And get on my track’s

Take a back seat (ah hum), hitch-hike (ah hum)

And take a long ride on my motorbike

Until I’m ready (ready Freddie)

Crazy little thing called love

 

Present Shock - When Everything Happens Now

futuristgerd:

“Prophecy no longer feels like a description of the future but, rather, a guide to the present… Our society has reoriented itself to the present moment. Everything is live, real time, and always-on. It’s not a mere speeding up, however much our lifestyles and technologies have accelerated the rate at which we attempt to do things…If the end of the twentieth century can be characterized by futurism, the twenty-first can be defined by presentism”

Very much impacts my own work - made me think. Check out his new book - well worth reading.

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Oops! are we heading increasingly into a age when all that matters is now. Now! Now! Now! thats the way to deal with the future?

You don’t need to explain your dreams. They belong to you.

—Paulo Coelho (via showslow)

(Source: hellanne, via showslow)


Wasted Rita

Indeed. The regrets, the sorrows, the pain, the past, the anxieties…yes, everything will always remain alive in me. The longer I live, the longer these will live within me. Nothing will ever go away…nothing will ever get completely cleaned up inside of me. Not now, not in the future, not then and not there. 

it will simply remain. like white hair, a beautiful wine, the gentleness of age…it all comes ripe after the rain, the sun, the shade, the heat, the storms…the drought…everything just ripes…through all of it.

Wasted Rita

Indeed. The regrets, the sorrows, the pain, the past, the anxieties…yes, everything will always remain alive in me. The longer I live, the longer these will live within me. Nothing will ever go away…nothing will ever get completely cleaned up inside of me. Not now, not in the future, not then and not there. 

it will simply remain. like white hair, a beautiful wine, the gentleness of age…it all comes ripe after the rain, the sun, the shade, the heat, the storms…the drought…everything just ripes…through all of it.

(via showslow)

showslow:

Mark McEvoy, Protect me - (Jenny Holzer)

I have heard such nonsense. Just when I think it will stop…it gets worse. Much worse. Just when I think I have hit rock bottom, it falls deeper. Just when I think it can’t get worse…it gets ridiculous. Really ridiculous. 

She must be mad. I know why I didn’t stick around earlier…The utter bull shit is intolerable. Totally, utterly intolerable. 

showslow:

Mark McEvoyProtect me - (Jenny Holzer)

I have heard such nonsense. Just when I think it will stop…it gets worse. Much worse. Just when I think I have hit rock bottom, it falls deeper. Just when I think it can’t get worse…it gets ridiculous. Really ridiculous. 

She must be mad. I know why I didn’t stick around earlier…The utter bull shit is intolerable. Totally, utterly intolerable. 

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn’t make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

Nicholas SparksThe Last Song (via showslow)

Yes, indeed. I do love her more.

But its time to be further apart. Much apart. Much much apart.