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@jimtale
pes edeyim deme—
yolun daha var
Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
“Do you want some slippers?” he asks. “They might be a bit big for you, but these old floors are pretty cold.”
“Sure,” I say. “Thanks.”
Jake rummages through a wooden bin to the left of the door, filled with hats and scarves, and digs up a pair of worn blue slippers.
“My old ones,” he says. “I knew they were in there. What they lack in appearance, they make up for in comfort.”
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
how can we know ourselves without this solitude?
But isn’t being alone closer to the truest version of ourselves when we’re not linked to another, not diluted by their presence and judgments?
We form relationships with others, friends, family. That’s fine. Those relationships don’t bind the way love does. We can still have lovers, short-term.
But only when alone can we focus on ourselves, know ourselves. How can we know ourselves without this solitude?
j.
every story is made up. even the real ones.
“A memory is its own thing each time it’s recalled. It’s not absolute. Stories based on actual events often share more with fiction than fact. Both fictions and memories are recalled and retold. They’re both forms of stories. Stories are the way we learn. Stories are how we understand each other. But reality happens only once.”
“It’s just weird, when you start thinking about it. We go see a movie and understand it’s not real. We know it’s people acting, reciting lines. It still affects us.”
“So you’re saying that it doesn’t matter if the story I just told you is made up or if it actually happened?”
“Every story is made up. Even the real ones.”
im glad we don't know everything,,
“I’m glad we don’t know everything.” “You’re glad?”
“That we don’t know all the answers, that we can’t explain it all, like space. Maybe we’re not supposed to know all the answers. Questions are good. They’re better than answers. If you want to know more about life, how we work, how we progress, it’s questions that are important. That’s what pushes and stretches our intellect. I think questions make us feel less lonely and more connected. It’s not always about knowing. I appreciate not knowing. Not knowing is human. That’s how it should be, like space. It’s unsolvable, and it’s dark,” I say, “but not entirely.”
He laughs at this, and I feel silly for saying what I said.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just funny. I haven’t heard anyone say it like that before.”
“But it’s true, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s dark, but not entirely. It’s true. And that’s kind of a nice idea.”
I like to talk, even just a bit. It helps me wake up. Especially if the conversation is funny.
Nothing wakes me up like a laugh, really, even just one big laugh, as long as it’s sincere. It’s better than caffeine.