Why do we always ask why?: 05 junio 2015

Why? Why do we always ask why, when so often there is clearly no answer? We are forever trapped by our own perspectives. To try to act in any other manner is always this fantastic failed attempt at escaping any of the laws of physics. No, I won’t elaborate.

Hoy es bleached hair and cold homemade sangria with real lemons and sugar, and a cat licking herself on the unmade bed, pausing to stare me in the eyes.

I raise my teacup of wine to salute la Chiqi. “Salud,” I say. La Chiqi blinks and turns her head away, indifferent. She sniffs a black fuzz on the blanket in front of her and lets it be. Chiqi lets everyone be. Be as they are, without influencing anything. I love that. I aspire to be that way. 

26 de mayo de 2018

Incluso, la Chiq deja que ella sea quien es. Ella solo es; solo existe, sin meta-análisis y sin dudas. Esto se manifiesta a veces en una indiferencia cruel, otras veces en sabiduría. Pero creo que ambos dependen de nuestra perspectiva como seres humanos. Así que no puedo estar tan desolada que el medio ambiente, el camping, se la tragó. Siempre fue un animal independiente y salvaje…su vida no sigue las decisiones mías. 

Y, como dicen, “Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.”