Epiphany

This is where I think

What should be celebrated about writing the novel is the silence it requires. The time and commitment to write the novel is the thing that doesn’t get, and maybe never should, recognition. Good novels cannot be written quickly. Too many pages, too many themes, too many characters. And the fact that it can’t be written quickly is a good thing. How do we celebrate process, especially a long-term one, in a world that demands immediate gratification and constant acknowledgment of our achievements?

Exactly: we don’t and, most likely, we shouldn’t.

nearseneault:

Thanks, JK, you murderer.

Umm…..

nearseneault:

Thanks, JK, you murderer.

Umm…..

(Source: energetically-depressed)

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Memories

Memories.
The most fickle and yet
The most valuable thing on Earth
They can’t be bought nor sold
You can’t touch them nor feel them
They can be easily damaged and forgotten
Yet, they change us
They define who we are as a person
They tell the story of our past
And our future
They can hurt us
They can heal us
You can hate them
You can love them
Memories are pieces of our past
That serve as a reminder
And as a warning.

m.e