Thursday, June 10, 2010

Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it."

YESS! I am reading Eat, Pray, Love for the 4rth time... JUST to be prepared for when it comes out in theatres. ****brownie points**** My favorite actress Julia Roberts is playing the lead role as Elizabeth Gilbert. If you haven't gotten a chance to read this novel, do so ASAP!

The Jealous Guys - The Ballad

take a closer look..

shes dying.

digging her fingernails into the walls to keep from falling, hands grasping at anything she can hold on to. shes tired of trying. lying, her hands are bleeding with all the secrets and pain she keeps. she can no longer weep, but sweep all of her burdens under the rug.

which is more like a tapestry...

of all her struggles that have been woven together, the good the bad and the uglier. a few strands of elegance that represent the pleasantness of the few good times in life she cherishes. but rugs are used to clean the bottom of dirty feet. so anytime there is a sign of hope, its muffled in defeat. smudged with the filth from gutter on the street.

her feet are tired from running, from walking, from standing, from life. yet she doesnt know when to stop going, or how. if the time was yesterday, tomorrow, or right now. so close to throwing in the towel, so far from innocence...

her hands are not ones of a young ladies, but more like a old mans hands after years and years of hard labor. she wont hold your hand, she embarassed of her scarred palms and bloody fingers. she cannot hide her pain, though she thinks she can. we see it in her eyes, in her smile..

with her presence you can feel her struggle. in her laugh you can hear her troubles..

you just have to listen really closely.
you just have to look really closely.