history graduate, in love with people, places, books, cats and music.
"He remained annoyed with himself until he realized that not knowing what he wanted was actually quite natural.
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life. we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
Was it better to be with Tereza or to remain alone?
There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live eveything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.
Einmal ist keinmal, says Tomas to himself. What happend but once, saus the German adage, might as well nost have happened at all. If we have only one live to live, we might as well not have lived at all."
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via fuckyeahbookwisdom)
Another positive bunny post! It’s been crazy rough handling life right now, but then I remember all the times I’ve done it before (with even more stress). And then I think “hey, I’ve made it before, and I can do it again”. Except this time, I’ll do it even better.