Never fails to take my breath away.
Bjork’s Joga at the Royal Opera House.
"Sok tahu adalah konsekuensi logis dari ketidaktahuan seseorang atas hal yang tidak diketahuinya."
— (via upikid)
"Mengenal orang lain, alih-alih diri sendiri itu tak akan pernah berhenti, melainkan proses seumur hidup. Karena setiap orang berubah."
— (via upikid)
Build-up
The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
fading, oh so quiet but constant 'til it passed
over the ridge into the distances
written on your ticket to remind you where to stop
and when to get off
Kings of Convenience feat. Leslie Feist
This is exactly how I feel.
Cute owl, thank you.
I shall hunt for white coffee
and leave these journals behind.
(Source: digscavenger)
I’ve wondered before why running (and, of late, swimming) makes me calm. After each session, I feel collected and tranquil and that I can’t wait to do it again. A friend sent me an article about being addicted to running. Some people, like towards chocolate, are addicted to the hormones they release after every experience.
But I don’t think that’s it. Because I don’t binge and (no longer) feel restless if I skip a session.
Another article said that it’s in being able to manage our own breath and pace despite being under physical pressure to move forward.
Like life, when running, we need to keep moving. We pant and perspire, and I say this figuratively, to go on. Life does not stop when we’re tired, we run faster. We try to maintain our sanity as we do it and, if we’re lucky enough, happily and calmly.
I like running because I get to keep my breath while moving forward. In the broadest sense of the sentence.
