A text without meaning, with no importance beyond the practice of moving the pen from bottom to top because there was no pencil. Just as well, as I would probably erase it all afterwards. That’s the difference between pencil and pen. One can be erased, the other cannot. Like all the actions a person can […]
Far too good at disappearing. I arrive with ease,then leave without a sign,a breeze that passes and is lost in time. A passenger. A nomad who leaves a trace,and goes A passenger. I don’t dream of memories to make. A passenger. Temporary in those I touch. A passenger. Drifting on, with neither sail nor course.
My fears had become reality. I was in pain. I arrived at the venue forty minutes early. I was nervous, surrounded by people who all seemed to be in much better shape than I was. But the race wasn’t against them, it was against myself. Fearing discomfort, I decided to run a hundred metres to
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25th April – 7:13 Like all somewhat cliché stories, the day after I wrote about how great the previous week had been, something happened. I decided that Monday would be the last day I would run until today. I wanted to surpass ten kilometres to be mentally prepared for the pain I would face today.
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It’s interesting that the very interventions by the narrator, which are so heavily criticised by himself, might actually be what makes this book stand out monumentally. I wouldn’t recommend it to someone who hasn’t read “No Longer Human,” but for those who have (and enjoyed it), it seems like a must-read. I’m always impressed with
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This is probably the best self-help book out there. I’m writing this review after my second read, which certainly won’t be the last. I often see people say that this book “helps you find the meaning of your life,” which doesn’t reflect my experience at all. What this book does, in an outstanding way, is
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Carve it Carve it within yourself Carve it into the path that you take Carve it into the winds that you sail Carve it into the land Carve it into the sea Carve it into those that you meet Carve it into your body Carve it into metaphors Carve it into matters that can´t be
This was clearly a book that grew on me as I read it. I must confess, I’m not the biggest fan of American literature. I often find it overly quaint with unnecessary descriptions. Generally, I dislike stories that exist for authors to proclaim themselves as writers rather than being enjoyed as stories That said, I
I always feel somewhat suspicious when rating older books, because for some reason they are still being sold today. We live (or perhaps continue to live) in a constant state of historical presentism. Today’s catharses are monstrous, and all the problems we have would be incomprehensible to those who do not live in the same
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