The irreverent and the obliging, the flamboyant and the reserved, the cerebral and the visceral, and everything in between - all found in a depressingly joyful and joyfully depressing oxymoron, an apotheosis of multipolarity, of unfathomable profundity and complexity.

joofoot: 10 Ways To Be More Creative.

joofoot:

10 Ways To Be More Creative.

hellodano: sincesheleft: There is something that happens to one on a plane, my heart was a little heavier as I left the city than when I had arrived. I left opportunities, friends, possibilities, and I left him in that city I fell in love with in such the short period I was there. On the flight back, all I could think of was how I was of the world, but separated from it while looking out the little window at 30,000 feet. It almost changes everything that happened there, it is the bridge between what was imaginary and what is real on the other side. So I hid between my headphones and watched the world pass below me, and wondered what life was like down there.

hellodano:

sincesheleft:

There is something that happens to one on a plane, my heart was a little heavier as I left the city than when I had arrived. I left opportunities, friends, possibilities, and I left him in that city I fell in love with in such the short period I was there. On the flight back, all I could think of was how I was of the world, but separated from it while looking out the little window at 30,000 feet. It almost changes everything that happened there, it is the bridge between what was imaginary and what is real on the other side. So I hid between my headphones and watched the world pass below me, and wondered what life was like down there.

Pledging to love differently

Part of learning to love differently (http://www.facebook.com/notes/agung-santoso-ongko/learning-to-love-differently/314165961341) is pledging to love differently:

I have not given up on finding that special someone, for I know the person shall come in good time, when the moment is ripe.

I know that by my nature, I’ll probably be given to worries about the matter from time to time, but I shall resolve not to dwell in sadness in the meantime.

For the absence of romance does not mean a lack of love; it continues to flow in all its various forms. I know this may sound delusional, for the reality of being single is often much more difficult and painful. It is a state of being infinitely hopeful, yet profoundly uncertain. Still, love has never been about the world as it is, after all; it is above reality, for it always seeks to shape the world into what it should be: a more beautiful, more complete existence.

And in that spirit, I shall no longer wait for love or anxiously look for it. I’ll always remember the people who have made my life more beautiful and more complete, whoever they are. And I shall celebrate love in all its forms now and in every single moment.

“…there is something about going home at the end of the day or giving over a quiet Sunday afternoon to cooking - smashing the garlic, chopping an onion, getting all those good cooking smells going, stirring, and tasting mindfully, and then adjusting the seasonings - that makes us feel creative. It is a comforting form of relaxation - something that is needed in our busy lives. I always love the moment of drama, too, when everything comes together and I quickly dish up my handiwork, arranging it pleasingly on a warm plate, and then take it to the table, where I’ve set a place for one with a cloth napkin in a family napkin ring. I open up the wine and light the candles, turn on some music, and give thanks.” - Judith Jones

“…there is something about going home at the end of the day or giving over a quiet Sunday afternoon to cooking - smashing the garlic, chopping an onion, getting all those good cooking smells going, stirring, and tasting mindfully, and then adjusting the seasonings - that makes us feel creative. It is a comforting form of relaxation - something that is needed in our busy lives. I always love the moment of drama, too, when everything comes together and I quickly dish up my handiwork, arranging it pleasingly on a warm plate, and then take it to the table, where I’ve set a place for one with a cloth napkin in a family napkin ring. I open up the wine and light the candles, turn on some music, and give thanks.” - Judith Jones

It’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

— American Beauty
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Live today, for that’s where tomorrow’s memory begins.

— Some Hong Kong movie about Hong Kong

Indeed your smile is the bright spark in my hazy night.

— Me

I shall henceforth babble to my heart’s content on tumblr! Mwahahaha…

— Me