管家婆马报彩图大全If I Were Virginia Woolf
"Always the years between us"
"Always the years"
"Always the love"
"Always the hours"...
Once, I encountered a slender lady, who walked around my mind, with such a ghastly complexion. She squatted by the river on a desolate hill tightly frowning her eyebrows. Then, she paced into the water; hands gently touched the vivid waves. Gradually, she was covered by the water. I peeped her face underwater; the frowned eyebrows were release to peace. As if she was savoring the mellow sweetness of the melancholy. So tranquil the surrounding, I saw her floating away with no birds singing.
She was entirely unfamiliar to me, but I just couldn't take my eyes off her depressive mood written right on her face. I couldn't read that sort of emotion. I tried to chase the floating person. However, the closer I got, the more enchanted I ever felt. I was almost captured by her peculiar charm, and couldn't get off. I felt myself merged into her individual sentiment. Soon after two souls merged, I acquainted her as Virginia Woolf.
If I were Virginia, the lady floating above the river, could I read the transient depression on my own face?
“I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate. So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do." I recollected my remorseless experience of my early ages which afflicted me over these thirty years. I had been through a sexual assault by my brother. No sooner, I grew to be sorrow and pessimistic about life and couldn't break away from the pain. And this physical damage later became mental problem for me. I started hearing the voices that never existed. I was confused, I am in a deep pain that only I could take. Over 30 years, struggling for living such a normal life proved impossible. And the desire was soon in vain.
If I were Virginia, would I easily give up my life? No, for sure, even I didn't understand. I once identified myself a hopeless person. I regarded that I died a hundred times. Death is such mellow. It's like peacefully lying and effortless savoring the tranquility of my last couples of minutes, and, perpetually leaves without saying goodbye. The mental problem would never capture my sensibilities.
Were u my life promise, Leonard? My dear. And will u give me the key to my puzzle. "You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I'm spoiling your life and without me you could work and you will." I am truly gratitude for your hand with the soothing warmth which dragged me out of death and stirred me up one time and another. You have given all the possible consolation doubtless. U took me out of London, where I suffered deeply. A patient is universally acknowledged to be taken good care which I appreciated you managing all this just for me. Meanwhile, I am averse to it. I am averse to leave London for my specific emotion upon London. I was enduring the darkness and loneliness only could I know. The voices burst through my throat only could I tasted turned out to be bitterness that almost unbearable. I got the right to avow my decision. I required to be respected, as a normal human with individual thoughts.
If I were her. Will I...? Should I....?
Having questioned myself. I could now read my own suicide.
to look life in the face,
always... to look life in the face...
and to know it... for what it is...
at last to know it...
to love it... for what it is...
to put it away.
I misread my values some time, and now I was completely clarify.It's
an excuse to tell anybody that I died for my mental problem, I lost my
control. I once truly believed that too. But no longer. I was chose to
die for my instinct decision. I die for no regrets. Since I had gone
through such a passionate life.
I have valued my life already on this journey. The rosy vernal of mine could not be reverted, but they were in my mind. Moreover, I savored the difficulties would not be likely to happened on ordinary people. I have proved that I am persistent and persevering. And that's sufficient for anybody who ever lived a life on this planet.
Only I consider the meaning of life, and value the values between life and death, could I achieve the proportion of it. And leave in such calmness.
And that's Virginia.
If I were Virginia Woolf, died with no bird singing, would I recollect the transcendent sounds I ever heard when I floated to death, repeating the same words:”I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been."
My dearest. Don't worry. I could feel the sunshine spotted on my body, the duplicate warmth as that in your hands.