I have lost sight of a dream that was once very important to me. I haven’t forgotten it altogether. It still occurs to me during daydreams and deep conversations. Yet somehow I got sidetracked away from it. I don’t know how I became separated from my quest, but from time to time I probably wish I hadn’t.
If you are a kind person, stress can make you seem angry and miserable. If you are hard-working and dedicated, too much anxiety can make you seem disorganized and chaotic. If you are filled with hope and good intentions, too much worry can crush that hope and drain those feelings of inspiration.
You get the picture.
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"In the books the cup gets under the table and Tyrion goes there and takes it himself. On the show we see Sansa kneeling, taking the cup and giving it to Tyrion. That small scene, written by GRRM personally, is a significant evidence of how the author sees the relationship between these two characters. They are not enemies, they are not even indifferent, they are allies, they help each other and give each other comfort when they can. They care about each other. And it’s not based on passion or lust, as with so many of the relationships in the series, but on mutual understanding, sympathy and kindness." (x)
I don’t like uncertainty. I like to know where I stand, and I like to understand all the aspects of any given situation.
Sometimes something that is unattainable takes on a more valuable air. When something can’t be reached - when it is eternally elusive - it seems somehow more of a treasure. And then, in the shadow of wanting something you can’t have, that which you can have seems less desirable.
But take a closer look. Perhaps what you can have is infinitely more perfect for you than what you can’t have, and shouldn’t have.
I feeling a sense of urgency that is causing me to feel restless and nervous and even desperate, but I can’t pinpoint the reason for it.
A cynical mindset have taken over my thoughts and my dreams. I wondering whether there is even a point to this life. Why should I hope and believe and strive when nothing seems to come of it?
Maybe we are all just here because of some accident in the universe, where we are the byproduct rather than one of the driving forces of creation.
We are all assigned a certain path in life. That does not mean that we don’t have choices, though.
Yes, we are all born with free will, even though there will be certain elements and obstacles that we will have to deal with.
'Home, Like Noplace Is There' by The Hotelier is melodic-emo done right. Visceral, soul-pondering and heart-piercing music.
This album is ridiculously good, holy shit. What an absolute gem of a record. It’s raw and honest, yet focused and refined. I don’t think they can get much better than this.
I have a serious feeling this will be my AOTY.