they're the ones wearing the flag.
I just realized, for the first time today, that community contains the word unity. Silly, but true.
Hard to come back, gotta get up to get down, yeah? Like a scene from Alice in Wonderland, my office looked so incredibly small when I came to it, and for a second I worried that I wouldn’t fit in it. And became dizzy.
Ireland is: florescent green fields, cattle meticulously chewing cud, goats mashing their teeth together, rain, crashing ocean waves breaking against sheer cliffs, stone walls, castles, forts built right after Jesus, cheese, milk, bread, tea, jam, warmth, kindness, frenetic pedestrians, farm machinery on narrow roads, napping construction workers, wind, ocean air, red cheeks, the ocean, the ocean.
Hard to come back. My plan for the future: learn French whilst Padraig learns German, and Emily perfects Russian. In a few years travel, travel. Hop around to a few Vipassana centers, meditate, learn, grow. Then onward! to the commune and self sustainability. The end of work which drains the body and mind.
My battery is recharged and my goal is to live a life which I respect. Onward, then! To victory, to a mind which doesn’t regret, and doesn’t grieve.
Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
About Me
- porfiry
- The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.