“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
This entire post, picture especially, has been my life for months now.
PS: The saddest part of that picture is not the 3-headed beast around her (which might actually have some wise things to say, even if it’s dangerous to tangle with), but the way she looks into that empty mask as if it’s going to be agonizing to put it on one more time.
YES! Oh, I am so glad you picked up on that. That’s what resonated strongest with me about it.
The “scary guys” almost look comforting. Even though they’re obviously malevolent, there’s this caressing and tender quality about the way they hold her shoulders. I find depression like that: tender, insidious, deeply painful, malevolent but maybe not evil.
It’s the damned mask that hurts the most!
Reblogged this on melittabenu and commented:
Yep. I’m there. Been there for months. I’m not denying it.
And I shouldn’t deny it. I should own it. I should cannibalize it. I should eat the thing even as it poisons me (because I refuse to let it kill me), and I should face every lesson it has to teach me. Depression sometimes gives me wisdom. It’s a damned bitch, though and as I said elsewhere, dangerous to tangle with. But if you listen to it without getting lost in it, it tells you the way out- where in my life do I need to change things? What isn’t working? How can I make myself happy again?
This is when I practice what I preach from my magick and mental illness articles, including the ones I have planned. Nietzche and the Joker were both right…what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, and stranger.
I’ve been through worse. BRING IT.