"I Want To Be That Faintest, Almost Unnoticeable Ray Of Sunshine That Falls On That Faintest, Almost

"I want to be that faintest, almost unnoticeable ray of sunshine that falls on that faintest, almost faded, petal of the faintest flower in the backyard garden. Little triumphs in life, that's all I'm asking for."

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"No one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it."

_Identity by Milan Kundera_

(Seated Figure beneath Rocks by Euan MacLeod.)

Happy Birthday Virginia Woolf 🙏.

"What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one."

_Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse_

Virginia Woolf, the writer who took refuge, took resort, took triumph, took life, and took vengence on life with Language. I always recommend her to friends and on social media. She was indeed a troubled woman, that only made her who she is. She wore her sufferings like her best attire. She lived her life but she saw through life in ways that few other writers could. She spoke for many things, she promoted many things, she aspired many things but what she does best is the art of reflection. She conjures up meaning out of nowhere, she pours life into inanimate, intangible things and defeats the ways of life by which it makes a man feels less, feels unimportant, or lost. Her human eye was indeed a beholder of many beauties and her mind a herald of many meanings. #readmorevirginiawoolf

"The woods are lovely,

Dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep."

_Robert Frost, Stoping by Woods on a Snowy Evening_

(Artwork by Angel Boligán Corbo.)

One year cannot

measure your pain as well as your joy for you are immeasurable. You neither wasted time nor missed anything else. You lived, you loved, you tried, you lost, you gained, you fell, you stood up for yourself. You do not know what comes next but you have, in your guts, what it takes to survive the immeasurableness of life, because you are more than what you think of yourself and more than what people perceive of you. You are immeasurable. You are not lost. You shall be be found is due time.

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"Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked."

_Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923_

(Artwork by D.B Horowitz.)