Tag Archive | Haruki Murakami
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ~Haruki Murakami Beginning with my entrance into the phase of the horny teenager, I’ve spent my life seeking a relationship in which I feel loved enough to be myself without fear of rejection, of not being enough […]
The novelist is not someone who answers questions but someone who asks them. ~Haruki Murakami As a coach, I don’t like to provide answers…directly. My preference is to ask questions akimbo to existing beliefs forcing thought out of parallel opening the brain to incongruence. Then, in the ensuing back and forth possibilities gadabout until a […]
Look deep enough into any person and you will find something shining within. ~Haruki Murakami We judge others by their actions while judging ourselves by our intent. This makes it very easy to cast ourselves righteous and others insufferable, if not downright despicable. In social psychology, it is called the Fundamental Attribution Error.
If I had to give an opinion, I’d say they were paintings that weren’t really necessary. ~Haruki Murakami Is any art necessary? Objectively, it is pigment splashed on canvas, words inked on parchment, steel hammered into three-dimensional objects occupying formerly empty space. Completely unnecessary. Aesthetically, intellectually it may be pleasing, awe-inspiring to a subset of […]
The light expressed naked yearning when projected outside. Focused inward, it strove for completion. ~Haruki Murakami Light shines into me and reflects out through me. Is it the same light? No. It is bent, reshaped, refracted into new colors. Similar to a prism breaking light into fundamental colors but different in that the filters modify […]
Look deep enough into any person and you will find something shining within. ~Haruki Murakami I have stopped merely looking deep into my eyes to find a shining within, instead escalated to excavation, to scraping layer after layer of detritus, bloody-fingered scratching examining through every millimeter for something, anything shining within my soul. Bubkus. Nada. […]
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I thought about what it would be like to paint my own portrait…what sort of self would I end up painting? Would I be able to find even a shred of affection for myself? Would I be able to discover even one thing shining within me? ~Haruki […]