A hole. Sometimes it baffles me. The english language. Whole and hole. Complete opposites, but they sound exactly the same. If I was only listening, I might mistake one for the other. Is it a question of perspective?
I get this terrible feeling sometime. As if I’m losing everything. As if it’s all dark and my fingers are slipping, trying to grasp by a pinky. And, then a sudden plunge. It’s deep. There’s not a place to ground my feet. I’m just falling. En caida al agujero.
In the darkness, hole and whole look the same.
But, this hole, perhaps it’s the next step toward wholeness. Perhaps the ground I land on will lead me to the light. Theres’s a strength to falling.
"Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving."
Terry Pratchett, from A Hat Full of Sky
"I don’t know how long I can do this, he said. I think the universe has different plans for me & we sat there in silence & I thought to myself that this is the thing we all come to & this is the thing we all fight & if we are lucky enough to lose, our lives become beautiful with mystery again & I sat there silent because that is not something that can be said."