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A cup of calm in a chaotic world ☕

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UNFORTUNATELY I AM NOT DEAD YET!

Hello People (I don't even know how many would read this)

Okay, I have a question, an intensively pressing one because it has been eating me alive from past few months or years perhaps.

How does one make friends/meet people as adults , wait let me clarify, how does a person who's extremely introverted and has almost zero actual existing friends , take the embarrassing first step to talk with people and socialize and not end up hating themselves for taking the initiative? I am not able to decipher this very actual and I hope a common problem. I hope some of you have answers for this.

(PS. I apologize for using random tags , I do not know how to make this engaging anymore) Also I made a community so if anyone's interested, here's the link - https://www.tumblr.com/join/3TK7gltt

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Yes Yes

when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was asleep when He created the giraffe He was drunk when He created narcotics He was high and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed He knew what He was doing He was drunk and He was high and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes but when He created you lying in bed He came all over His Blessed Universe.

Charles Bukowski

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Yes Yes

when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was asleep when He created the giraffe He was drunk when He created narcotics He was high and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed He knew what He was doing He was drunk and He was high and He created the mountains and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes but when He created you lying in bed He came all over His Blessed Universe.

Charles Bukowski

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Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone

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Hello,

I know it’s been an extremely long while but um there is a question that has been haunting me for the past few months and that is

What is the purpose of living? And I don’t ask to draw out a philosophical answer, I want to know an actual, real world answer to what js the purpose to this everyday toil and the routine of following the same tasks everyday with some exceptions.

Do help me with the answer or your opinions , anything really. (Also I apologise for this post to look like an official email, apparently that’s all that I have been writing these days lol)

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"DARLING, DEAREST, DEAD."

I randomly came across this sentence on a Tumblr post. I don't know where it came from, whether it's from a book, a movie, or a song. I googled it and it's a series of dedications in a book. I don't know the context in which the writer used it, but I do know that the words darling, dearest, and dead in the same sentence are haunting. I haven't been able to get it out of my head since I read it. You love someone, you cherish someone, you care for them and then they die. You're heartbroken, and these can be the words your heart cries out, but this sounds like a linear story. Doesn't it?

Do we love people and then cry when they die? No. We take people for granted and then cry. We disrespect them and then cry. We make them feel unworthy and then regret it. Most of our tears are less grief and more regret.

"I wish I would have talked to them nicely."

"I wish I had resolved the misunderstandings already ."

"I wish I could go back in time and fix everything ."

"I wish I had been a better person to them."

"I wish I could take back those words."

"I wish, I wish, I wish."

But that doesn't change anything and you carry your regret and grief forward in your life, the regret being so heavy that it often makes your life miserable.

The reasons why things happen, whether small and petty or large and significant, don’t matter as much as the fact that death is larger than any of them. It's greater and heavier than any of the stones you have to turn to make things better.

I often think about people who go out of their way to harm me in various ways, to be rude to me, to demean me, to assassinate my character in any way they can. I wonder about what they will be thinking if I die today. Will their regret haunt them? Will their life be miserable? Will they live as happily as they do now? Will they be at peace with the harm they have done? Would they want to turn back time and wish for one more chance? I hope they do, but more than that, I hope they could be good to me while I am alive.

So, it turns out that people in your life might also be waiting for you to take the first step. Don't wait for them to do that. Maybe they are not courageous enough, maybe they are afraid of your reactions, maybe there are other reasons but what you do is in your control. Take the first step: be the bigger person, which I know can be very difficult, but it can save you and them from a lot of pain. Do it for yourself.

"David Mamet said, 'We regret the things we did not do more than the things we did.'” You would not want to drown yourself in that kind of regret.

They're still alive, you still have a chance.

Remember, Death is not the prerequisite to love. Do not wait for them to die to love them.

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imagine being loved the way you love...

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musings on July

"NW" Zadie Smith, "the Hands of Friendship" in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). "Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), "Summer night by the beach" Edvard Munch, "A Magic Mountain" Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), "Answer July" Emily Dickinson, "Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed" Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)

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Talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and I'll kiss you for it. To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

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In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June.

Donna Tartt, The Secret History (1992).

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@lovesdaya

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"September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret."

- Albert Camus

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"And then, one fairy night, May became June."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Janet Fitch, from White Oleander  

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But I do feel strange-almost unearthly. I'll never get used to being alive. It's a mystery. Always startled to find I've survived.

John Steinbeck, from Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters

(It's been all too long since I have posted but I am alive and well too . I missed you people I hope you missed me too)

(all too real photo dump)