“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”
We don't need to have just one favorite. We keep adding favorites. Our favorite book is always the book that speaks most directly to us at a particular stage in our lives. And our lives change. We have other favorites that give us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favorites. They're always with us. We just sort of accumulate them.
“Another morning comes. It always does. Time always moves at the same rate, only feelings have different speeds. Every day can mark a whole lifetime or a single heartbeat, depending on who you spend it with.”
Image description: it's an illustration of Boba Fett. He's looking down and kneeling in a field with grass and flowers. He has blood on his gloves, armor and helmet. He's holding one of Ahsoka's lightsabers in his fists, on his lap. Her other lightsaber is strapped to his belt. There's red smoke rising behind him and a bolt of lightning that cuts from one end of the page to the other. On the bottom left there's "Boba Fett" written over my signature. End of description.
One thing that comes out in myths is that at the bottom of the abyss comes the voice of salvation. The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.
The dim flame of hope slowly died away in my life. I've had a thousand blinding visions of the future, but now, when I look forward, it's like gazing down into the abyss. Nothing, the mere nothingness, the feeling of hopelessness that whisper in my mind that there is nothing more to live for or hope for, is getting stronger and heavier with every single moment. The ancient god that I used to believe in, is not working any miracles anymore. Maybe my life is fated to end like a Greek tragedy. Beautiful and sweet at the beginning but desperate and sour at the end. But anyway, I'm thankful that I could exist in this vast universe as a conscious being. I loved the fragrance of the flowers, the sunsets, the stars, the moon, buttery white clouds, twisted old trees which swayed in the wind, and last but not least, enjoying the stories and legends of famed heroes of old. This is my Odyssey.