—Leo Babauta
It’s the only way to keep that last bit of sanity
Maybe I don’t have to be good but I can try to be
At least a little better than I’ve been so far
If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by. If there are gods, but unjust, then you should not want to worship them. If there are no gods, then you will be gone, but will have lived a noble life that will live on in the memories of your loved.
And once this spark met kindling
Forgets its gentle ambling
Becoming heat, becoming steam
Becoming luminescent glee
Atoms splinter, sparkling
Alive and nimble symmetry
And all along, this glistening
Blankets we and everything
Shadows dance triumphantly
A wordless whisper sighs and pleas
Little deaths envelope thee
You and I and a flame makes three
Man, it seems like things used to be so different. My passion for life, my longing for freedom and independence seems to have been replaced by stress, money, and wanting. I feel like I used to be so much happier. Of course, that’s a lie. I’ve always had problems, everybody always has problems. But still, I remember when my one goal was to be nice to everybody.
Remember “To be king, you don’t need a castle”? The old days when all I really wanted was good friends and a guitar? I remember when my mantra was “Screw possessions, I’d take experiences and relationships over them any day!” I wanted to explore the world. And yes, I still want that now. But now, I feel insecure. I want and try to surround myself with friends and have them all be nice to me. I want my old friends, my old band, my old life back.
I need to be content. Happy! Caring. Optimistic. Secure. I can be all of these things if I really try. I know I can. I’ve done it before. It just takes the right mindset.
Thank you, “Into the Wild.” You’ve reminded me of the things that are most important to me - caring about other people and having an optimistic mindset where ever I am. In whatever position I find myself in, I’m going to take it head-on with a smile on my face. That’s who I want to be, so that’s who I’m going to be.
“Sometimes we all need a little reminder to show us that we’re all still human” - Angry Banana
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
—Question Marks
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This is an artist that I can respect.
