Posts tagged ‘life’

how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

soviet woman worker
retro woman worker USA
Women’s Work in World War I
Happy Womens' Day
8 March – International Working Women Day
If you live in the world long enough, you see that small deviations lead to great losses. Joseph Brodsky
Chaco Terada Photography
Vika Magnitskaya Designer
Vika Magnitskaya Design - avoiding losses
Vika Magnitskaya Design
Sometimes what we know is powerless against what we feel. Stephen King
Sometimes what we know is powerless against what we feel. Stephen King
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Patricia McElroy AAP-46 Women
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Steve Dinberg AAP-Magazine-45 Travels
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Michele Zousmer AAP-46 Women
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Susan Friedman AAP-46-Women
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Anqi-Hu AAP-46 Women

Vika Magnitskaya Design
Vika Magnitskaya Design

YET

Chaos is just a code we haven't cracked yet.

A thinking atheist who lives according to his conscience does not himself realize how close he is to God. Because he does good without expecting a reward. Unlike believing hypocrites
the best we can do is leave this world better than we were born - earth view from ISS
View from International Space Station

To be average. To live without meaning and still wake up on time.

To wear a comedy mask while rehearsing a tragedy no one bought tickets for.

In the morning you catch a thought – blurred, anxious, unfinished. A thought about emptiness.

A thought that maybe nothing was ever supposed to mean anything.

In this ordinary reality, this awkward, almost ridiculous world, you give up the idea of being unique.

You repeat Newton’s laws out loud, forces applied to a body, as if physics could explain why the body keeps moving when the will does not.

You imagine shifting a proton, changing coordinates, altering something fundamental – just enough to escape your own limits.

The limits of flesh. The limits of a brain that feels separate, like it’s lying somewhere in a glass jar, connected to electrodes, observing you from a distance.

And still this absurd sorrow floating in a cloudy solution does not become smaller. As if it always belonged here.

As if it was never a mistake – just another fragment of the story.

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We’ll meet there, and see how fear
Has seeped through cracks in the concrete floor.
We’ll meet there, and watch it clear –
Those thoughts that I will die once more.
Быть посредственностью
Жить в бессмысленности
Ходить в маске комедии
Играть героя трагедии
С утра поймать себя на мысли
На мысли смазанной и тревожной
На мысли об отсутствии смысла
На мысли, что кажется невозможной
В этой банальной реальности
Такого смешного, нелепого мира
Отказавшись от уникальности
Долго бродить по квартире
Повторяя законы Ньютона
О силах приложенных к телу
Изменить координату протона
Подойти к своему пределу
К пределу возможностей тела
И мозга, что кажется отделенным
Что лежит, похоже, в банке
Подключенный к электродам
Но, от этого абсурдное горе
Плавающее в мутном растворе
Не кажется сильно меньше
Но, кажется частью истории

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Мы встретимся там, и увидим, как страх
Просочился сквозь щели в бетонном полу
Мы встретимся там и увидим, как в прах
Рассыпаются мысли о том, что умру


Nastya Kalinina
https://t.me/metaphysic_intoxication