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“They say, "Look before you leap." So look. But do not look for too long. Do not look into the void of uncertainty trying to predict each and every possible outcome, to evaluate every possible mistake, to prevent each possible failure. Look for the opportunity to leap, and leap faster than your fear can grab you. Leap before you talk yourself out of it, before you convince yourself to set up a temporary camp that turns into a permanent delay on your journey into your own heart.”

“When thinking is overrated And friends are easy to make, Check if it's too complicated Knowing yourself somehow... Inner peace's not hard to take, Never lost or underestimated. Get out of social media... NOW!”

“जहाँ ख़ामोशी रहती है, शिकायत अब वहीं रख दी वफ़ा, ये क़समें, वादे और मोहब्बत — सब वहीं रख दी Where silence lives, I placed my pain with care. My love, my vows, my promises — all now resting there.”

“Be careful not to appear obsessively intellectual. When intelligence fills up, it overflows a parody.”

“A little while ago I was able to wander in a beautiful sublime fantasy world, in Ossian’s half-dark magical world. But the blessed dreams dissolve; they seem like love potions - they intoxicate, exalt and then disappear, that is the misery and wretchedness of all our feelings. With thoughts it is no better: one easily overthinks things to the point of staleness.”

“أعترف إن عقلي لا يكُف عن مقرانتي بها أتعلم..؟ هو أيضًا وبكل قسوة يراها مثالية غير مُبالٍ بـ قلبي الكَليم أعترف أنها تشبه أول شعاع لـِ الشمس وقت الشروق، بينما أنا حالكة كـ منتصف ليلة يجتاحها الآرق.. وأنت تخاف الظلام أعترف أنها تشبه وردة في الربيع، بينما أنا كـ ورقة شجر تائهة في رياح الخريف.. وأنت تمقُت الخريف أعترف أنها تشبه نيسان في دفئها، بينما أنا قارصة البرد كـ أول تشرين.. وأنت تحتاج دفئها أعترف إنها كـ نسمة هواء في الصيف، بينما أنا عاصفة شتوية.. وأنت تُفضل الصيف أعترف أنها تفوقني في كل شيء ولكن.. عدا حُبك فأنا بكل سوداويتي تلك صدقني أحببتك كما لم أحب نفسي.”

“عقلي هو أشد أعدائي خطورة.. بل ربما هو عدوي الوحيد المختل وكأنه من جسد أخر يتلذذ بجلدي كل ليلة وكأنه ليس مسؤولًا هو أيضًا عن كل هذا الخراب وحتى حينما تهرب روحي منه للنوم منهكةً يهيئ لي كل مخاوفي في كوابيسٍ لا تتوقف، حتى أصبحت بلا مأوى أهرب إليه فأظل أركض تائهة في طرقاته الأشبه بالمتاهة.. أركض بلا توقف ولكن دون جدوى التفاصيل تحاصرني من كل إتجاه.”

“5: 00 am تنظر إلى صورتها الباسمة وهي في السادسه من عمرها بشفقةٍ على هيئتها المرهقة الآن تسخر من أفكار تلك الطفلة وأمنياتها بأن تكبر سريعًا، تلك الطفله عينها الآن تتمنى أن تعود طفله ولو ليومٍ واحد تتسأل هل يمر العمر سريعًا كما يقولون أم اليمًا ؟ تخاطب صورتها وكإنها شخص أخر.. لا تشربي اللبن مجبرةً يا صغيرتي لكى تكبري سريعًا فحين تكبرين يا عزيزتي ستفعلين كل شيء مجبرةً؛ حين تكبرين يا صغيرتي لن تغيري قُبح العالم ليصبح أجمل بل العالم هو من سيغيرك من طفلة بريئه الى فتاةٍ بائسةٍ ستتحول ملامحك الطفولية تلك لملامح يفوح منها الإكتئاب، أما عن براءة عينك فسوف تحتلها الهالات السوداء. المستقبل يا عزيزتي ليس ورديًا كما ترسمه لكي سبيستون بل رمادي باهت كروحك النقيه تلك التي سوف تبهت من قسوة العالم، وسوف تفقدين كل شئ؛ ستفقدين صديقتك المقربه وستدركين بكل قسوة إن تلك الصداقة لم تكن الإ مجرد وهم صدقتيه بكل سذاجة، ستفقدين إهتمام ومحبة كل من حولك حتى محبتك لنفسك، شغفك وثقتك بذاتك، تفاؤلك وحبك للنور بل سيصبح الظلام ملجأك الوحيد ذلك الذي تخافين النوم به.. سيجردك الواقع من كل شيء بلا رحمة يا صغيرتي أعتذر على مصارحتك بذلك ولكنه الواقع يا عزيزتي الواقع الذي لن يخبرك أحد عن مدى قساوة حقيقته؛ ألا وهي إن الواقع ياصغيرتي مخيف لا يشبه براءة خيالك وعالمك الصغير أبدًا.. تتنهد قائله ياليتني لم أكبر.”

“He hated walking. It was the most excruciating activity in his day; that was, because of the screaming. You see, passing strangers on a walk is terribly painful for people like Andrei, whose every muscle fights to pretend their mind is not yelling questions like: “DO YOU GO LEFT?! OR DO I? Do I know you? Are you looking at me? Do I look familiar to you? Look down! Peruse the floor, scan left now right. Where are your headphones? It would have been so much easier to look busy if you had just remembered to bring your headphones! They’re coming closer. Don’t look at them. Rub your eyes. Sniffle. Good. Good...We made it. OH GOD ANOTHER ONE.”

“Don't dull the voice of your heart just to please your brain As it swells into overthought and the desire to be right Switch on the light of your inner lamp. Listen to your heart so you can feel from your soul Don’t discount your heart to make your logic fit.”

“When you lose your ego, you win. It really is that simple.”

“So this was kissing. He had to admit Rachel seemed into it. She kept kind of rolling around and sighing. Would he be enjoying himself more if he were kissing Anna? Frankly, it was hard to ever imagine being turned on by this activity. Two boneless slabs of flesh, flopping around, like a pair of slugs mating in the cavern of your mouth. Gross, Ted. What was wrong with him?”

“We sat down to eat, right?” continued Gonzales. “And so... yeah, we sat down to eat and then we talked about chairs. Chairs! That drove our conversation gooooood. And none of us wanted to talk about it, but we smiled and made the best of it. Said a bunch of smart things about chairs—and French café chairs, and shopping for one, and sofas and her thoughts on the proper cushioning. And it was very engaging, but why didn’t any of us cut the crap and say, ‘I don’t care about chairs. I want to— I don’t know—roll around in the grass with you!’ We just spend the whole couple of hours able to grasp each other’s ideas and respond perfectly, but it’s so careful that we don’t get anywhere. I don’t know why that happens. We got love all up in our heads, man. We articulate who we are, but we don’t show people. She and I are just clever. There’s no chemistry in being clever. I mean, why interview on dates man? It’s not like anyone’s gonna tell the truth. Better to lay down with her, like cubs, really be with her, and see if we want to hold each other or not. But you can’t ask someone to do that, huh?” said Gonzales, defeated.”

“Hey! What have you been thinking? It's been an hour now and you are barely blinking. Is it stress of love or career that you seek, Or are you running a movie of all that you want to be? Are you scared of failing or trying to procrastinate, Oh! I get it, you are fumbling on that song to which you relate. To be in your head seems like a good place, You have your walls up and that is now your safe space. Staring at that wall with worn out paint, Your pupil just dilated,did you think of him again?”

“Every time the days morphed into night, my mind spun around like a carousel. What was it about the night that made people overthink everything? Their whole lives? The meaning of their existence? Why the hell they did that one weird thing in third grade, and why were they dwelling about it now? It was only the bad memories that seemed nocturnal, insecurities and self-doubt that sprang to life at night, louder than they were during the day.”

“The false dichotomy between caring for others and caring for yourself is one of the most persistent myths that drives worry in sensitive people. The truth is that authentic care includes everyone—others and yourself.”

“Sometimes we think and worry nonstop. It’s like having a cassette tape continually turning in our minds. When we leave the television set on for a long time, it becomes hot. Our head also gets hot from all our thinking. When we can’t stop, we may be unable to sleep well. Even if we take a sleeping pill, we continue to run, think, and worry in our dreams. The alternative medicine is mindful breathing. If we practice mindful breathing for five minutes, allowing our body to rest, then we stop thinking for that time. We can use words like ‘in’ and ‘out’ to helps us be aware of our breathing. This is not thinking; these words aren’t concepts. They’re guides for mindfulness of breathing. When we think too much, the quality of our being is reduced. Stopping the thinking, we increase the quality of our being. There’s more peace, relaxation, and rest.”

“The second I get into a car and we start driving, I imagine a fatal crash to the last detail. When I’m in the liquor store, I imagine a robbery by the time the cashier tells me the total. Every plane ride is an 8-hour movie in my head of me planning what I would say to the stranger on my right if the pilot announced the plane was crashing. I always imagine these scenarios. Family dying. Earthquakes. The earth suddenly falling because gravity left the party. It’s exhausting. Yesterday someone was afraid of me. I was bicycling with Austin and we saw a dead deer on the road. It was so large. Austin nearly fell off his bike when he saw it. Then he looked over at me confused. He asked why I didn't react to it. I told him it was because I’d already imagined one six miles back. There are always two worlds playing in my head at once: what’s in front of me and what could be.”