I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
Being kind isn’t always easy. Or convenient. But it has the potential to change everything.
I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
But my favorite part in my body are my dark circles.They define me. They reveal my melancholy.
Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.
Breathe freely, you who suffered so much.
Czesław Miłosz, from “This World”, in New and Collected Poems (1931-2001), trans. Robert Hass (via mirroir)
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