The heart yearns. To go places, to see things, and to delve in knowledge worth delving.
But sometimes, you can’t do more than you can. Sometimes you have to bow your head and accept: Life’s a game of cards, and you got the Joker. It’s all part of the larger truth.
And it will make you mad. You could either let it kill you, or let it motivate you to thrive through the madness.
And I choose the latter.
For ages now, cinema and advertising have given us flowers. But we never wanted flowers. We crave the freedom and luxury in simple joys.
Sylvia Plath.
There’s something about her, about her writing, about the way she manipulates words that attracts me again and again.
I can never get enough of her writing. There’s something different about her, something that reaches deep into the soul and taps at feelings you didn’t know you had.
Something that grabs at your ego and rattles it so hard that it goes all fuzzy and numb for a while.
There’s something in her writing that speaks to all; to the mischievous rebel, to the wounded heart, and to reincarnated feelings.
But of all her quotable words, for me, there’s one that speaks loudest. The one that rings in my ear, reverberates in my hallow ribcage, and my head, giving me some high.
I came across this quote on Pinterest. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a Sylvia fan. I even have a separate board on Pinterest on her quotes.
I saw this a few days ago, and the simplicity of it hit me harder than anything else.
How are you supposed to know anyone else, when you don’t know yourself? We’ve all had that feeling — that sense of being lost in our own hollow self — and Sylvia has put it into words like no other.
Last night, I watched Sylvia, the 2003 movie starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig. And there’s only one way to describe it: haunting. If you’re a lover of words, I recommend you watch this movie. You will not regret it.
National Blog Posting Month – Day 29
If only there was, Sylvia. If only there was.
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