绝望

Once again the feeling of despair. Used to be one inert emotion I could easily get away from by the usual distraction. And Despair like any form of negativity is worse when you can’t seem to organise bits of it into forms of anything… words, music, deep sighs or occasional blank stares on subway rides… hoping to fit it into somewhere… making it sort of permanent, like it’s part of life and living, like it’s normal. Forget it. Maybe like how that Newtonian fluid works, maybe we should just stop trying to go against it. Try finding fault in that castle instead and stay away from destroying it because it will never disappear.

(Source: passionoverreason)

scotianostra:

‘A hill for magnitude, a mountain in virtue for its bold design’.

                                                            Robert Louis Stevenson

Halfway through when it got too steep, I almost wanted to turn back. But when I turned back it was equally steep, plus I didn’t want to give up after climbing for almost an hour. Wearing a useless pair of shoe made it worse. By the end as I got down, the wind got so strong, it was freezing cold. Plus I could feel blisters at the bottom of my feet. It was a long painful walk back but seeing the locals cycle and jog pass me, I felt encouraged knowing that I wasn’t alone. It was painful but it felt great. The feeling was definitely one of a kind. I didn’t have anyone to talk to then, which made the moment even more special. Not much photos too, so everything was more or less remembered by heart.