Carla Ezequiel. Philosophy student. Writer and Wordsmith. Wanderer. Investigator of self. Avid reader. Lover of the universe. Daughter. Sister. Friend. A Kaleidoscope of my emotions, insights and critiques on life and love.
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid anymore.
“The man with the clear head is the man who frees himself from those fantastic ideas and looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. And this is the simple truth – that to live is to feel oneself lost – he who accepts it has already begun to find himself, to be on firm ground. Instinctively, as do the shipwrecked, he will look round for something to which to cling, and that tragic, ruthless glance, absolutely sincere, because it is a question of his salvation, will cause him to bring order into the chaos of his life. These are the only genuine ideas; the ideas of the shipwrecked. All the rest is rhetoric, posturing farce. He who does not really feel himself lost, is without remission; that is to say, he never finds himself, never comes up against his own reality”
“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live…..the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope.” -Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Made my bf watch my ultimate favorite movie of all time, Count of Monte Cristo (2002) last night and it never ceases to amaze and dumbfound me yet again.