like one's breathing

"... All the same, without being morbid, or giving way to --- to memories and so on, I must confess that there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and death. No, it is something different. It is there, deep down, deep down, part of one, like one's breathing. However hard I work and tire myself I have only to stop to know it is there, waiting. I often wonder if everybody feels the same. One can never know. But isn't it extraordinary that under his sweet, joyful little singing it was just this --- sadness? --- Ah, what is it? --- that I heard."

Katherine Mansfield - The Canary


My absolute favourite short story. Read the rest of it here.

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"Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure,
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all pile on
Through the narrow isles of pain."

Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Solitude

One of the best poems ever written. Read it here

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Some literature and poetry ! I really love reading.