Presence

In Your Presence
There is Peace
In Your Presence
There is Joy
I Will Linger I Will Stay
In Your Presence Day by day
Till You lightness maybe see in me

Haruki Murakami - Kafka on The Shore

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time... And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.” 

We are all loners in some way

"Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone.  And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone." 

- Paul Johannes Tillich, The Eternal Now

love is bitter

Sometimes love is bitter. It left us alone in despair and blue, feeling lost without clue. Or it can be seemed around, while in fact we only share the unending loneliness in round. Guess that's love sometimes meant to be - it's messy. And we are all playing a game about it like children bathing carefree in mud. No matter what happened, love is the mess we (might) need.