Love must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,
a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionizes it,
roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.
what is the next wise shift?
inquiry for today~ from the open and lonely war…..
Instead of giving in to despair I chose active melancholy,
the kind of melancholy that hopes, that strives and that seeks,
in preference to the melancholy that despairs numbly and in distress.
~Vincent Van Gogh