I won't even lie. I was admiring Munka's image and how woonndderful the energy and expression of the lines and how she held herself. Saw there was music and, me being curious and always loving to see what music people pick for their beings, I clicked play.
I do not know what came over me just now but I was literally struck deep by just the whole combination. It was like I felt this melancholy of life- this deep solitude. Longing yet..not really belonging.
I felt like this was Munka and I hope they, and you, know that Munka is beautiful and deep.
Man, I don't know..this may sound ridiculous but..I can't even explain this random deep little moment.
And ashd Resi I read your comment and legit needed like 10 mins to recompose myself hAH. I rarely get comments as thoughtful (and beautiful) as these ;; and it just really made my night and day to come. It might sound odd, but I do adore the melancholy of life. I prefer grayer tones over the white and black mentality, just like nightsky; there's no void without the presense of stars; no existence without the promise of abscence. This is exactly what, in my understanding, she is - a paradox beyond known paradoxes. Whatever the burden might be, she will carry it with dignity until the last of her days - the last act of mercy to an unkind world.
The grey. The inbetween people overlook. The matter of existence and what shows the complexity of life. The grey is the mix of light and dark, a balance that cannot live without the other. With that, the universe and all it's wonderful mysteries and vast endlessness, is indeed, the grey. Existence wouldn't be without the moment of abscence. Absence is what gives us the motive to love, to appreciate..
In life, one will carry the burdens of their lessons yet one should not see it as a hinderence. It is knowledge that makes one wiser, all feeling and able to drift through the deepest fabric of existence.
It's always the hero we adore the most who, no matter what may be innregards to what they've endured, they still charge into the front of personal battles and the battles of negative onlookers. They never gave up their spirit or their faith in themself. That's what makes them shine the brightest among the others. They never gave up. They didn't drop their sword and shield. They merely lowered them and allowed. And I see that in Munka.
It's..very good to talk to another who understands as deeply. Someone who I sure knows that words couldn't do the weight of such endless magnificence of what we are, what capabilities we have and just the over all existence, any justice.
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Woah I won't even lie. I
I won't even lie. I was admiring Munka's image and how woonndderful the energy and expression of the lines and how she held herself. Saw there was music and, me being curious and always loving to see what music people pick for their beings, I clicked play.
I do not know what came over me just now but I was literally struck deep by just the whole combination. It was like I felt this melancholy of life- this deep solitude. Longing yet..not really belonging.
I felt like this was Munka and I hope they, and you, know that Munka is beautiful and deep.
Man, I don't know..this may sound ridiculous but..I can't even explain this random deep little moment.
Wonderful.
Just wonderful <3..
Thank you, Wildrose! And
And ashd Resi I read your comment and legit needed like 10 mins to recompose myself hAH. I rarely get comments as thoughtful (and beautiful) as these ;; and it just really made my night and day to come. It might sound odd, but I do adore the melancholy of life. I prefer grayer tones over the white and black mentality, just like nightsky; there's no void without the presense of stars; no existence without the promise of abscence. This is exactly what, in my understanding, she is - a paradox beyond known paradoxes. Whatever the burden might be, she will carry it with dignity until the last of her days - the last act of mercy to an unkind world.
thank you again ;;;
Oh man... The grey. The
The grey. The inbetween people overlook. The matter of existence and what shows the complexity of life. The grey is the mix of light and dark, a balance that cannot live without the other. With that, the universe and all it's wonderful mysteries and vast endlessness, is indeed, the grey. Existence wouldn't be without the moment of abscence. Absence is what gives us the motive to love, to appreciate..
In life, one will carry the burdens of their lessons yet one should not see it as a hinderence. It is knowledge that makes one wiser, all feeling and able to drift through the deepest fabric of existence.
It's always the hero we adore the most who, no matter what may be innregards to what they've endured, they still charge into the front of personal battles and the battles of negative onlookers. They never gave up their spirit or their faith in themself. That's what makes them shine the brightest among the others. They never gave up. They didn't drop their sword and shield. They merely lowered them and allowed. And I see that in Munka.
It's..very good to talk to another who understands as deeply. Someone who I sure knows that words couldn't do the weight of such endless magnificence of what we are, what capabilities we have and just the over all existence, any justice.