Eve

“Days. I think perhaps we give the names of days too
much power. During my years at school, after I had been
thoroughly introduced to the system of the week, I often saw
each day as an individual character, each containing specific
traits whether I enjoyed them or not. But why
must we fit life into these repetitive compartments, constantly
expecting the same seven outcomes?
Perhaps we are just too
habituated to whatever it is we have decided that each day
feels like, we are familiar with the emotional patterns, we
know how to feel, what to expect, and we aren’t completely
open to the spontaneity of what could arrive if we just let
each day be a blank canvas.”
― Nathanael Koah, Birds on a Carousel

“The opportunity for the fun you seek is always here, and here,
and here. And for me, today is not the day that it is, today is
in fact a brand new day, a day that has truly never before
existed.”
― Nathanael Koah, Birds on a Carousel

“Seeing my friends smiling and laughing, I was grateful to be back in the mortal world. There were multiple candles nailed upside down to the ceiling, and my comrades were standing on chairs, lighting them. Then all the lights in the room were turned off, and we lay back as the candlewax began to drip from the ceiling, the ever-flowing waterfalls of little balls of fire lighting up an infinite blackness.

We watched the fire fall from the great beyond, comforted by the fiery comet trails, talking until daylight.”
― Flea, Acid for the Children

“Well, there it was. I got out fast then, before anyone could say "serenity" again, for it is a word I associate with death, and for several days after that meeting I wanted only to be in places where the lights were bright and no one counted days.”
― Joan Didion, Let Me Tell You What I Mean