The Bell Jar

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Nothing lasts. The beast inside me woke up again and gnawed at my soul. But I still draw. And I still write. With passion.

Passion. That’s it.

Dat is het toverwoord.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
the bell jar

The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive.

Carlos Castaneda