I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise.
To fly
~Nicki Minaj, Fly
wReckless
[Woman:] You make me sick to my stomach. This whole arrangement of…
[Man:] What arrangement?
[Woman:] That I do accept what you tell me and there’s nothing more.
That I aid you in the business you conduct and pretend I don’t now what that business is.
[Man:] I don’t recall you ever saying no to anything I put in front of you.
You make a little noise every now and then to remind me what a good person you are but a good person wouldn’t be here right now.
[Man:] What arrangement?
[Woman:] That I do accept what you tell me and there’s nothing more.
That I aid you in the business you conduct and pretend I don’t now what that business is.
[Man:] I don’t recall you ever saying no to anything I put in front of you.
You make a little noise every now and then to remind me what a good person you are but a good person wouldn’t be here right now.
3 months later ....
... At this moment, I am content. I am enamored with having myself back. I am feeling free, and not because of some man and his emotional responses. No, it's not that at all – It is how safe I'm feeling simply in being a human without criticism or negative reactions all up in my environment.
I’ve been reconnecting with the simple pleasures of life that I had lost sight of while attempting to nurture someone's insecurities and forgetting to nurture my own soul.
I’ve been reconnecting with the simple pleasures of life that I had lost sight of while attempting to nurture someone's insecurities and forgetting to nurture my own soul.
Ivy Walker: When we are married, will you dance with me? I find dancing very agreeable. Why can you not say what is in your head?
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
~The Village
Lucius Hunt: Why can you not stop saying what is in yours? Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why? What good is it to tell you, you are in my every thought from the time I wake? What good can come from my saying that I sometimes cannot think clearly or do my work properly? What gain can rise of my telling you the only time I feel fear as others do is when I think of you in harm? That is why I am on this porch, Ivy Walker. I fear for your safety before all others. And yes, I will dance with you on our wedding night.
~The Village
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You’ll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
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