I have to express my creative impulse in some way but I feel like I can’t manage doing anything but surfing the internet help
For there is a great difference between one idler and another idler. There is someone who is an idler out of laziness and lack of character, owing to the baseness of his nature. If you like, you may take me for one of those. Then there is the other kind of idler, the idler despite himself, who is inwardly consumed by a great longing for action who does nothing because his hands are tied, because he is, so to speak, imprisoned somewhere, because he lacks what he needs to be productive, because disastrous circumstances have brought him forcibly to this end. Such a one does not always know what he can do, but he nevertheless instinctively feels, I am good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of service? There is something inside me, but what can it be? He is quite another idler. If you like you may take me for one of those.
A caged bird in spring knows perfectly well that there is some way in which he should be able to serve. He is well aware that there is something to be done, but he is unable to do it. What is it? He cannot quite remember, but then he gets a vague inkling and he says to himself, “The others are building their nests and hatching their young and bringing them up,” and then he bangs his head against the bars of the cage. But the cage does not give way and the bird is maddened by pain. “What a idler,” says another bird passing by - what an idler. Yet the prisoner lives and does not die. There are no outward signs of what is going on inside him; he is doing well, he is quite cheerful in the sunshine.
But then the season of the great migration arrives, an attack of melancholy. He has everything he needs, say the children who tend him in his cage - but he looks out, at the heavy thundery sky, and in his heart of hearts he rebels against his fate. I am caged, I am caged and you say I need nothing, you idiots! I have everything I need, indeed! Oh! please give me the freedom to be a bird like other birds!
[Vincent Van Gogh]
Cos’è la vita? Ci sto pensando forse coscientemente per la prima volta. Quando vedi che un tuo amico muore, e ti rendi conto che non lo hai salutato come si sarebbe meritato… che forse non hai mai detto a nessuno cosa pensi dei tuoi amici, non hai ricordato quanto vuoi bene loro…un minuto ci sei, e l’altro boh…potresti essere morto, come lo potrebbe essere una qualsiasi persona vicina. La vita è il bene più prezioso che si ha e noi ci perdiamo in un bicchier d’acqua, per la scuola, per i capelli…e poi quella persona, proprio quella che sembrava godersi la vita più di tutti (più o meno) si suicida in silenzio. In quel momento ti senti insignificante ed impotente.
Yesss, five white hair in two days, that’s what I needed the most!
I feel not ready for life
Sorry guys, I’m off for a week for my last schooltrip ever :c
BERLIN IS WAITING! Kommen wir an! Don’t unfollow ;)
I should reblog more from my followers :c I mean I feel like I don’t want to watch some blogs but
time zones
Verona and Mantua are beautiful cities. You should visit them.
If Silvio Berlusconi wins again I’m gonna leave Italy.
It’s my birthday today wohoo
