"Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope."
//Elizabeth Gilbert; Eat Pray Love
In some way or another, we are all shape-shifters. We take on personalities to suit the people whom we come into contact with and we shed them at will when we need to. It could be just the way we are. Or it could be that we never are really able to find people who understand the core of who we are at the bottom of it all, when everything else that doesn't really matter is stripped away. But then again, how can we blame each other for that? Who can really distinguish between the sea and its reflection? Or tell the difference between stories and the truth?
The truth is that we are pilgrims, not even migrants, in this land. We are people of eternity. Maybe that's why we never feel quite at home until we finally find our way back home.
"Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope."
//Elizabeth Gilbert; Eat Pray Love
In some way or another, we are all shape-shifters. We take on personalities to suit the people whom we come into contact with and we shed them at will when we need to. It could be just the way we are. Or it could be that we never are really able to find people who understand the core of who we are at the bottom of it all, when everything else that doesn't really matter is stripped away. But then again, how can we blame each other for that? Who can really distinguish between the sea and its reflection? Or tell the difference between stories and the truth?
The truth is that we are pilgrims, not even migrants, in this land. We are people of eternity. Maybe that's why we never feel quite at home until we finally find our way back home.
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