no
matter
how
shallow and dull things
might get,
THIS LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.(i guarantee it.)
THIS LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.(i guarantee it.)
“
I’m
not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all
locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking
on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right
back inside.—Haruki Murakami
”
I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum — a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I’m watching over it for no one but myself.
No one in my
family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was
going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going
through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned
corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a
hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was
about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had
never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate
forever. ‘Hold tight’, I would tell myself, but
there was nothing for me to hold on to. —Haruki
Murakami
