art
Art of an introspective nature; a look at artwork that reveals the artist's psyche and comments on the inner workings of a chaotic mind.
Quietly stick to their own journey of struggle, is our only life belonging
No matter how many magnificent moments in our life, we should know that our way back is still to stick to the journey of self-struggle, and constantly improve and grow themselves. We all have our moments of excitement and the ability to embrace success after success and the potential for excellence in life. But with the passage of time, no matter how glorious, also have to return to their own quiet state, quietly exploring a better future world. Only WHEN you condense your thoughts and emotions in a calm STATE can YOU gradually extend their true value and strength.
By John Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
Never stop to see more beautiful scenery
Go to the distance to see more beautiful scenery, our sight is to follow the pace of movement. There are limits to what we can see and what we can do when we are stuck in our own closed circle. Only by letting go of our own pace, can we meet better ourselves in the journey of going far away. So with the passage of time, every inch of time will freeze a different life writing. So in the general forward we can hand in hand with more human beauty, so that life delivers enough luster of life.
By John Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
Very beautiful autumn
The moon is gentle like water, hanging high in the night sky day after day, bright and clear, lonely and cold. Green wind into autumn, flowering into a dream. Leaning the window to listen to the wind, the moon, autumn. All Qing Ning silent, such as Zen sound across the shore, cool revealed.
By John Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
The sense of security of adults is always given by themselves
In life, everyone is trying to find security, but the harder the search, the more the inner insecurity. Always looking for security from outside, but ignore their own ability. Because adults give themselves security.
By John Wilson4 years ago in Psyche
Home for rent
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I was driving down the long dark driveway, when I noticed a flickering light coming from the bush cabin. I paused for few seconds wondering if someone was in my newly rented cabin. I had only been in there for three days. But kept going and parked my car close to the front door.
By Satu Myyry4 years ago in Psyche










