die with memories, not dreams
"We are homesick most for the places we have never known."
― Carson McCullers.
This quote manages to sum up what I have been feeling for the past few years. Always running around, searching to fulfill the insatiable hunger for more people, more places, more books, more moments. Always homesick for things I haven't seen yet.
If someone asks me what is my biggest fear, it'd be lying on my deathbed, old and cold, thinking of all the things I could have done. I do not want to be lain in my grave with the burden of my regrets. I know life isn't long enough to tick all my boxes. God forbid, I might even die tomorrow. But I wish to make the most out of everything I have been given. Life's a really crooked joke, being played on us. While we are asked to be driven by our urges and muses and desires, we are also asked to stay grounded to the reality. There's always a fight in our hearts for this. You must, however, learn to find your middle ground - to stay in touch with reality and to escape the reality, to enjoy your present and create a more enjoyable future. It's hard, I know, but I hope you find your middle ground.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas.
So, die with memories, not with dreams. :')
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