Friday, May 4, 2007

We are not living according to an accounting sheet.

Norwegian Wood
Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami

For what are we living? What reason did we get? I've never got and won't probably.
This book, however, helps me find somewhat important in life. I don't know what it is, of course, but I can imagine there is.
Before my eyes all was sludge and mire without end. I'd put my right foot down, pick up my left, put down my left, and up with my right. I had no real idea where I was, no confidence I was even heading in the right direction. All I knew was I had to go on, one step at a time.

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