What if it would be me?
not Lou, the carer girl, but Will the paralyzed man, would I be able to find joy in anything? would someone like me, who declares their love of stillness and need for solitude, would endure this kind of life better? (Me before you by Jojo Moyes).
Franz Kafka said: “You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
I keep trying, sitting still… guess I quit just a second before it happens.