In my monologue.

In the words of Frederick Perls, “I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.” This is a personal blog of sorts. Over here, I post my random thoughts and my amateurish attempts at creative writing and photography (and some photography notes). I also post or reblog music and videos that appeal to me. On top of that, I reblog (in no particular order of preference): nonsense that makes me LOL or go WTF; meaningful quotes; beautiful words of others; gorgeous photos taken by others for my collection of travel inspirations, especially of Notting Hill, Sausalito and Tasmania; charming interior design; mouth-watering food pictures; small/girly/word tattoos; make up tips; fitspo tips; pretty hair; wearable swimwear; gowns and dresses to die for; beautiful wedding moments; and just about anything to do with love. And then of course, there are posts on my kind of guys, especially those of my favourite ones: David Cook, Ryan Reynolds, JGL, Ryan Gosling, Adam Levine and Joseph Chang 张孝全. Sometimes, there would be posts on pretty babes in the likes of Shu Qi, Scarlett Johansson, Barbara Palvin and Emma Stone. In other news, this is my to-do-list amidst my many notes-to-self. Everything else that doesn't fall under the above goes here. That just about sums it all. Oh ya, no matter what, please don't click on the posts tagged "Shit You". They are not fun. Really.

When my husband [Carl Sagan] died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.

Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful.

The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.

Ann Druyan (via whats-out-there)


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