So I was looking at paint samples today and some of the options caught my eye— fog… wisteria… blueberry jelly bean… chinchilla. Chinchilla is the top, palest shade of grey. It’s a lovely color, but imagine living inside a chinchilla— or a blueberry jelly bean for that matter— knowing your walls were some actually small rodents or bite-sized candies. This secret knowledge would induce unexplainable giggling at the most inopportune moments, I am sure.
"Every sentient being is capable of attaining enlightenment which is not so much a change from one extreme, Samsara (cyclical wanderings), to another, Nirvana (liberated bliss), but the ineffable experience in which both have ceased to dominate the thought of man so that he begins to live his life as transformed by pure transcendence."
Buddhism, George Braziller & Richard A. Gard (1962)
"… Stop looking for an end to your sadness in Bukowski, in Keats. He coughed up his lungs at 25, and flowery words cannot conceal a life barely lived. Your life is fragile, just beginning, teetering on the violent edge of the world. Your sadness will bury you alive, and you are the only one who can shovel your way out with hardened hands and ragged fingernails, bleeding your despair into the unforgiving earth. Darling, you see, no heroes are coming for you. Grab your sword, and don your own armor."
Emily Palermo, Your Sadness is a Poison (via starredsoul)