My hobbies include bird watching now, and can I also say sky watching? There’s a feeling inside me, as if I am a prisoner of my own body. Sometimes I want to die not because of my imagined suffering, but because I want to know what happens in death. Will I be free? Untethered from the pettiness of this world, soul flying across desserts, mountains and seas? Will I know how the universe was created? Will I know the whole story that we always asked since the time we were borne? Do we matter? At all? In bird watching, I can see how happy the birds doing what they were made to do - to fly. I can see the way they dive, fall into the abyss and trust their wings to keep them on not falling. In sky watching, I can feel how vast this planet, this cosmos, and how small I am, and also my suffering.
Saw it in the western sky, which was weird since the Lyrid meteors were supposed to be to the northeast, but maybe he was a rebel?
Either way, it was amazing and beautiful made me so happy
actually per last post. “in your home i belong” for a ship tag for nate/rose is really… fitting. not to pat myself on the back but i really like leaning into the idea that nate & rose find each themselves in one another, and home is a really big motif when i think about them. above all else they are hearth and home. warm, and belonging not just to each other but to the home they’ve found. a huge sense of belonging in their love . anyways i will stop rambling
if i were anywhere close to resembling a dancer the first dance i would learn for my own personal enjoyment is the thriller dance