'People are so often and so disastrously wrong in doing; they (who by their very nature are impatient) fling themselves at each other when love takes hold of them, they scatter themselves just as they are, in all their messiness, disorder, bewilderment...

And what can happen then? what can life do with this heap of half broken things that they would like to call their happiness, and their future?

And so each of them loses himself for the sake of the other person, and loses the other. and loses the vast possibilities...in exchange for an unfruitful confusion, out of which nothing more can come; nothing but a bit of disgust, disappointment and poverty. '

Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke.

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im looking forward to magical fairylights and god-sent angels.
to non-confusion.
to the Real Deals.
to heart-warming moments.
to pain that breaks which shapes.
to the stuff eternity is made up of.
to unexpected surprises.
to free-spiritedness.
to simple revelations.
to the various manifestations of Love.
to strength which uplifts and perseveres.
to sublime solitude which is kept separate from loneliness.
to perfect timings in all things.
to tears of awe and joy.
to being a blessing.
to the resistance and triumph over the Devil's playpen.
to non-farcical realities.
to better prose.
to the endurance of Hope.
to a sharper sense of discernment.
to a concretization of Operation Wanderlust.
to the rising of the Phoenix - that mythical bird consumed by its own fire, arising from its own ashes - multifarious Incarnates.
to the increasing aesthetics of artistic creation.
to new levels of consiousness.
to the protection and the guarding of _ .
to still-better-prose with a non-desire for self-censorship, just to write, to write.
to the freedom to paint and construct one's own authentic reality as one deems it to be.
to an open heaven on earth, to feel You in my heart - leave me not alone. Be With Me.