shirk nothing


There is no escape.

You can’t be a vagabond and an artist

and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man.

You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover.

You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you

have to say yes to the filth and the nausea.

Everything is within you, gold and mud,

happiness and pain, the laughter

of childhood and the


of death.


Say yes

to everything, shirk

nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself.

You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek.

You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself.

You are a bird in the storm. Let

it storm! Let it drive



Herman Hesse