"I want -- I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that -- categories like that -- won't exist. Where we shall be simply two human beings who love each other, who are the whole of life to each other; and nothing else on earth will matter"
She drew a deep sigh that ended in another laugh.
"Oh, my dear -- where is that country? Have you ever been there?" she asked; and as he remained sullenly dumb she went on: "I know so many who've tried to find it; and believe me, they all got out by mistake at wayside stations: at places like Boulogne, or Pisa, or Monte Carlo -- and it wasn't at all different from the old worlds they'd left, but only rather smaller and dingier and more promiscuous."
- The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
About Jon
- Jon Lai
- Lion City, Gibraltar
- I would like to think of myself not just as an architect or a designer. Hell no, i don't particularly desire to be "arty farty". Instead, I'm just doing my job on earth, taking care of mankind and minding other people's business. There is nothing more rewarding than making someone smile. The simple things of life amuse me. Teddy bears make me happy. I don't stare at women. Yet I complicate life. Welcome to my dynasty.
3 comments:
Bitter is the cup that we must drink, because as your mom says it's good for you !
there is one saying in chinese. directly translated = non-smoothness occupied 80-90% of human life. ^_^'''
no no no.. you get me wrong. I'm in no way bitter or angry. It's just that sometimes we get so caught up in this rapture, this make-believe romantic world where only 2 people exist, you and your loved one.
My point is that this place is a bubble, where all your actions are transparent to the world. Not only that, it is an extremely fragile position to be in because one pop from a seemingly insignificant external factor, and there goes your bubble, your fantasy and everything you hold dear.
It would be much better to build layer upon layer of love. Each layer consolidating the precious emotions you have for each other. Such layers are not easily broken and the prize great. The pearl of great prize is created by layers and layers of saliva over a tiny grain of sand, embedded in tough rock.
All you pple seeking love all fall out by the waysides because you take things too seriously. Too gravely, such that it is blown out of proportion, out of practicality. For what is love if you cannot love with your brain more than your heart?
That is my point. i'm not bitter. No. My life is good. I love a plethora of people. I don't want a bubble. If I get a girlfriend, I want her inside my shell.
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