When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.

Everything moved me.

A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.

A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did.

Where the smoke from a chimney ended.

How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

Every day I felt less.

Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via lizzah)

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