Flux, the natural state. Transition Mood Board
"Flux: the natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature in the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this."
-David Levithan
So it's that time of year. They time of year where so many schedules readjust, priorities get reassessed, life practices change. It makes so much more sense for me that the new year should be starting right now, rather than the beginning of January. I think the Jewish population really has the right idea with Rosh Hashanah. So happy new year everyone. Embrace the change.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.
Molt.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
-shinji moon
"The great source of both the misery and disorders of human life, seems to arise from over-rating the difference between one permanent situation and another. Avarice over-rates the difference between poverty and riches: ambition, that between a private and a public station: vain-glory, that between obscurity and extensive reputation. The person under the influence of any of those extravagant passions, is not only miserable in his actual situation, but is often disposed to disturb the peace of society, in order to arrive at that which he so foolishly admires. The slightest observation, however, might satisfy him, that, in all the ordinary situations of human life, a well-disposed mind may be equally calm, equally cheerful, and equally contented. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others: but none of them can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardour which drives us to violate the rules either of prudence or of justice; or to corrupt the future tranquillity of our minds, either by shame from the remembrance of our own folly, or by remorse from the horror of our own injustice.”
― Adam Smith,
The Theory of Moral Sentiments
"I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget."
- Misima Andrews
As for my own life, AH, the CHAOS! Not only has school full on hit, but I made a very strange and life shaking choice which has added to the topsy turvy.
Coming back from the festival circuit, and realizing my own lack of inclusion into this academic setting, I decided to do a bit of a radical action to change my own participation in this space. I have moved every single object that I own, besides my bed, into my studio space, forcing me to be completely centered around this space that I am having such a hard time giving a damn about.
I am interested to see how my own feelings and participation in this space change when I can no longer seek refuge elsewhere, and instead focus on creating a space that truly facilitates my needs in this environment. Good luck me...
THIS is the chaos my own space is in at the moment while I clean and reorganize-
I will try not to go crazy...
Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
-Rumi
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.
-Rumi
Whoever you may be: step into the evening.
Step out of the room where everything is known.
Whoever you are,
your house is the last before the far-off.
With your eyes, which are almost too tired
to free themselves from the familiar,
you slowly take one black tree
and set it against the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made a world.
It is big
and like a word, still ripening in silence.
And though your mind would fabricate its meaning,
your eyes tenderly let go of what they see.
Step out of the room where everything is known.
Whoever you are,
your house is the last before the far-off.
With your eyes, which are almost too tired
to free themselves from the familiar,
you slowly take one black tree
and set it against the sky: slender, alone.
And you have made a world.
It is big
and like a word, still ripening in silence.
And though your mind would fabricate its meaning,
your eyes tenderly let go of what they see.
-Rilke, Book of Images