"Just as well I know this situation is temporary." "Aren't you forgetting something?" "What?" "Your every single moment is in fact eternal. Would you like this to be your eternity?" "Hell, no." "Then go, change, move!"
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
This is huge, even too much; beautiful, funny, interesting, seminal. A wonderful novel, so fantastic and so deeply true. Henry and Clare, timeless love, the mystery of life and death, of permanence and existence, of each here-and-now hopping through an unpredictable timeline. He time-travels, she waits for him in her present, but she's already met him somewhere in the past and will find him again in the future. His lifestream is uneven as its tale, but time- and age-hints heading each chapter help the reader through it. Actually, human beings are chrono-displaced by default; our emotional memory is, at any rate. Henry, in a way, embodies this condition. Compelling as the plot is, it also carves our soul, affecting all that really really matters. Pulse, wishes, fulfilment, and frustration. Magic and loss, the bittersweet taste of this everyday adventure, whose true essence seems to glimpse at our life now and then, brightening hard times with enchantment every time we realize that time is nothing.
I promised I won't sigh too much at our sweet memories although I miss your wings around and all our melodies, your drowning in my eyes the stars that make you smile our white connecting strings my dearest butterfly.
"can't imagine that luck and love is not in the near future but you need to have peace inside of you again... more rest in your heart, peace with your life right now, not thinking of how it could be or should be... finding luck and love in the little things"
I'll keep that in mind, I promise, but I won't stop cherishing my sweetest memories. Zoen