RoadS

”There is no end to this story
No final tragedy or glory
Love came here and never left”

” There are people going hungry far away
They’ve got nothing on their plates
And you’re filling your fat face
With every different kind of cake [...]

There are people going lonely, and they’ll stay
Lonely far into the year
Because you’re making blinkers fashionable
And fashionably you’ll say
“All is equal in love and war” and
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got some things to do”
And you pretend to read a book you’ll never finish

Until the day that the author dedicates it
To a century of fakers
They took your mould and they burned it
On the fire in history today [...]

Everybody’s trying to make us
Another cool decade of fakers
Another century of fakers”

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” …ένιωθε την πραγματικότητα να της αποκαλύπτεται στιγμές στιγμές με λάμψεις, πέρα ακόμη κι από τη δυνατότητα του λογικού υπολογισμού – ένιωθε να κινδυνεύει (γιατί να κινδυνεύει;) από την υπερβολική γνώση, από ένα είδος αδυναμίας και θλίψης που γεννιέται από τη γνώση- ίσως ήταν γι’ αυτούς τους λόγους που είχε αποφασίσει να πολλαπλασιάσει τις πιθανότητες τόσο απρόσεχτα, να δημιουργήσει μια κατάσταση που ξέφευγε από τα ίδια της τα χέρια; Μια κατάσταση της οποίας δεν μπορούσε ούτε καν να μαντέψει την έκβαση; ‘Ηθελε να δοκιμάσει τις δυνάμεις της ή να χάσει λίγο τον έλεγχο και να μείνει παράμερα; Να πέσει γενναία μαχόμενη στο πεδίο της τιμής, ηττημένη από την πολλαπλότητα του απρόβλεπτου, αντί να ζει με τη δύναμη της γνώσης της; Μέσα στα όρια του γνωστού; ”

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

” Everything is more complicate than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you wont know for 20 years and you may never, ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce.
And they say there is no fate, but there is, it’s what you create.
And even though the world goes on for eons and eons you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born.
But while alive you wait in vain wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to, but it doesn’t really. So you spent your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel whole. Something to make you feel loved.
And the truth is I feel so angry.
And the truth is I feel so fucking sad.
And the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long.
And for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m okay just to get along. Just to- I don’t know why. Maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery because they have their own.
Well, fuck everybody,
Amen ”