There are a lot of things that aren’t your fault. Or mine, either. Not the fault of the prophecies, or curses, or DNA, or absurdity. Not the fault of Structuralism or the Third Industrial Revolution. We all die and disappear, but that’s because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss. Our lives are just shadows of that guiding principle. Say the wind blows. It can be a strong, violent wind or a gentle breeze. But eventually every kind of wind dies out and disappears. Wind doesn’t have form. It’s just movement of air. You should listen carefully, and then you’ll understand the metaphor.
- Haruku Murakami, Kafka on the Shore, 2005
- Haruku Murakami, Kafka on the Shore, 2005
7 comments:
it's not my fault i'm taking a morning off from work today... it's the carbonara... i think i had a lot. :))
mwhahahhaha.. napatawa mo ako dun ah.. it's the carbonara's fault. :)
nice snippet of reality ;)
all bleeding eventually stop. the outcome is either dead of alive.
and it is not your fault, either. :)
but when you don't know who or what to blame, you blame the world then you blame yourself. i hope we (I) have a talent of realizing that "it's not my fault." ang gaan siguro ng pakiramdam. :)
Beautiful. Thanks for posting.
Amen to that!
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