It's so mind-fucking to think that so many people 100 years ago had their own sense of awareness, their own problems, they went through childhood, had friends in elementary school, first crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, first job, read books, walked down streets, looked up at the sky, experienced life in their own way... idk, I can't explain it, but it's trippy. All these lives that are now just a memory somewhere.
There’s something to be said about the way Max Richter can literally hijack your emotions with just a couple of chords on a piano. Seconds in and I felt both nostalgia and melancholy, but for the first time in a little while my mind felt at peace. Max truly is a master of his craft
I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough. Thank you for the memories; the good ones and the bad. I enjoyed every moment, but now I must say goodnight. Saying goodbye means we won't meet again, but meet again we shall. In that place in the clouds, where all you have ever loved is waiting with arms wide. Goodnight, my love. Rest your weary head and know that the stars were created for you. Every moment in history, every recorded event ever lead up to this. Now. In this moment, you can do anything. The universe is out there, and you can see it all, even when I'm not by your side. It'll be tough for a while, but soon you'll find another galaxy, and the pain will be forgotten. I'll be forgotten. But that's ok. I'll keep my distance, and hold onto the memories we never had...
Heard this for the first time last night as I couldn’t sleep, so I searched on Spotify and found this gem. I’m a drum and bass listener, so this is totally new boundaries as I only stick to one genre.
Those who wish to never depart this world are the most foolish of all, because they forget that the only thing that makes life worth living is the experiences you share with the people you love. They will not realize this until one by one, they see their friends, family, their love, slip away to a place far beyond our sight. They will know then, and only then, that without love, there is no life. No scientist on all the earth could ever synthesize a friend, a family member, a love. So let the fools and hypocrites worry about wealth and power, for when we enter our heaven, the only riches one can possess is the love they have for other people. The day when they finally slip away, they will be less than the commoner they strangled with their golden chain. Then, the last will be first, the weak made strong, the tired made rested. Then we shall have our vengeance, not of violence or spite, but of compassion and love, for the coldest place of all is a place without you.
It's so mind-fucking to think that so many people 100 years ago had their own sense of awareness, their own problems, they went through childhood, had friends in elementary school, first crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, first job, read books, walked down streets, looked up at the sky, experienced life in their own way... idk, I can't explain it, but it's trippy. All these lives that are now just a memory somewhere.
If this doesn’t play at my funeral, I’m getting out of my coffin.
There’s something to be said about the way Max Richter can literally hijack your emotions with just a couple of chords on a piano. Seconds in and I felt both nostalgia and melancholy, but for the first time in a little while my mind felt at peace. Max truly is a master of his craft
Build a fire, drink, smoke and listen to beautiful music while you just think.. Think of whatever.. Enjoy the moment let the gods envy you
I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough. Thank you for the memories; the good ones and the bad. I enjoyed every moment, but now I must say goodnight. Saying goodbye means we won't meet again, but meet again we shall. In that place in the clouds, where all you have ever loved is waiting with arms wide. Goodnight, my love. Rest your weary head and know that the stars were created for you. Every moment in history, every recorded event ever lead up to this. Now. In this moment, you can do anything. The universe is out there, and you can see it all, even when I'm not by your side. It'll be tough for a while, but soon you'll find another galaxy, and the pain will be forgotten. I'll be forgotten. But that's ok. I'll keep my distance, and hold onto the memories we never had...
When I reached 60, I was given money.I bought the full version of Sleep, and have never regretted it. Such achingly painful and beautiful music.
...1955... a different planet and a country that once was...
It's all so tiresome...
One day we too will become memories, memories that fed with time until they cease to exist
The pursuit of happiness . I once dreamt I had left my body and awoke on an Earth where everyone around me
As they say, "Melancholy is the happiness of feeling sad".
Deep under the earth,
I listen to this everyday, it takes me to where I want to be.
Every muscle in my body relaxes when I listen to this music
Memories and sadness... forever in the past. A glimpse of what once was so beautiful.
It makes me sad when i saw max Richter name on the help musicians page in covid-19 crisis, real sad.
Heard this for the first time last night as I couldn’t sleep, so I searched on Spotify and found this gem. I’m a drum and bass listener, so this is totally new boundaries as I only stick to one genre.
"Sometimes I envy the certainty of death. The finality. And I have to drive those thoughts away when I'm weak." ~ Hostiles 2017
Those who wish to never depart this world are the most foolish of all, because they forget that the only thing that makes life worth living is the experiences you share with the people you love. They will not realize this until one by one, they see their friends, family, their love, slip away to a place far beyond our sight. They will know then, and only then, that without love, there is no life. No scientist on all the earth could ever synthesize a friend, a family member, a love. So let the fools and hypocrites worry about wealth and power, for when we enter our heaven, the only riches one can possess is the love they have for other people. The day when they finally slip away, they will be less than the commoner they strangled with their golden chain. Then, the last will be first, the weak made strong, the tired made rested. Then we shall have our vengeance, not of violence or spite, but of compassion and love, for the coldest place of all is a place without you.
c’est super apaisant j’aime trop lire avec ça omg