Sometimes it feels like a never-ending cliff,
Other time, like soap bubbles
These days I’m learning again how to be kind to myself.
“Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For years I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves.
How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?”
- Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
