“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
There is this moment, this brief moment, when you catch your reflection somewhere, by accident. In a window, a mirror, a rear view. A split second on your way to something but it hits like a knife and you trace it back with your eyes, with your steps, to yourself, to that girl, starring back at you. This is how you look. This is how the world sees you. Walking to wherever you’re walking, buying groceries, eating lunch. This is you look.
You tilt your head, going deeper into your own eyes, observing your own expression. You look tired. A little sad, but also angry. You’re paler than you thought, lips dry.
There is this brief split second with yourself that feels like an eternity. People keep running, busses keep going, but your moment stopped. This is how you look.
This is how the world sees you.
– Charlotte Eriksson
Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.— Dostoievski, The Brothers Karamazov
Dreams are beautiful, aren’t they?
They can be so mysterious, yet so meaningful.
They can take us to a whole other world, a different time, or the most grandest of adventures.
They can allow for us to learn, achieve, and experience the most marvellous things.
So dream, friend. Dream big. Dream like your life depends on it.
— Nicole Addison