“Your real duty is to save your dream. Beauty too has some painful duties: these produce, however, the noblest achievements of the soul.”~ Amedeo Modigliani
But dear gods, how?
There are 86,400 seconds in just one day.
And the days are so many…they turn into weeks, months, years.
And it takes everything to save that dream. Everything we have…for each one of those 86,400 seconds…over, and over, and over again.
Somewhere along this path of sacred and real duty, sometimes, the soul becomes depleted from the effort…hollow even. A dangerous state, for what will be there at the end…when and if the dream is saved indeed, to even experience that noblest of achievements?
The struggle is not the scary part. The scary part is not knowing if you will be forced to give up. Or else waking up one day and not knowing for sure if you did give up. And if you did, then did you do it completely, or are you just hiding yourself from yourself…the dream from the awareness of the dream…
If only this and other duties of grace and beauty would be a bit easier in their pain…easier in how difficult they are.
To think, I too have spent what…200 posts…so many words that, for the most part, tried to save the dream…and not to know, even now, if I have failed completely or else (and worse), if I have even the slightest clue about what my dream is, if I want to save it or if it’s worth saving.
Maybe you should not read this. Maybe I should not either. Or maybe, it is possible…somehow.
(P.S. Thank you dearest Maria for sharing the quote that created this post.)