I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
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My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
by Rumi, The Soul of Rumi (via larmoyante)
by Rumi, The Soul of Rumi (via larmoyante)
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