Hopeless Romantic. Grounded Realist. Jaded Cynic.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath.
via she's electric
they say it is a logical fallacy to utter the word "never" and apply it to something in the distant future in which you have but little power to predict, only to assume, unless you've manage to defy law of physics and build a time machine anyway.
but if there ever were words written that the concept of truth can be faultlessly, flawlessly and almost indisputably be used to define them, this is it.
i believe she took the words out of my out and fashion it into something that i could only envy at.
and i hope, no aspire, to write like her, like this?
i could not possibly come up with something like this measure of eloquence.
i despise my lofty ambitions, i hold myself in deepest contempt, i have only this frail and incomplete mind, and i cannot attack it vigorously enough.
