Bohemia

To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment,
To laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind,
To spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none,
To fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art,
This is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in her outward and visible aspect.
It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment,
This exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion,
And if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices
and lovable faults,
For in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save
that of Hypocrisy.
Her faults are more commonly those of
self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination,
And these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity.
For it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well.
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique?
And what is the charm of its mental fairyland?
It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia!
One must choose and find one’s own path,
Be one’s own self,
Live one’s own life.

Bohemia by Gelett Burgess



Sunday 21 August 2011

Carrying the past

I feel that there are so many things I carried from the past. How I wish I could just leave it all somewhere. Just once, leave it and perhaps, forget about it as well. 
But where? I couldn’t find a right place just yet. Forget right, I couldn’t even find a place at all to start with.
And it is not that Im happy carrying the past around but I don’t have a choice really. Or is it really? Maybe the choice is just there but me being myself – I couldn’t see it? Could it be?
Just like how I couldn’t see a lot of other things within me.


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