“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via terrible)
“After all these years, I refuse to believe joy costs something, or we have to get on a plane to find it, that it has to happen on our vacation, and that dreams can’t come true on a Tuesday. I don’t know what I want to be, but I don’t think it involves spreadsheets and e-mails and big paychecks.”—
“Whoever hired you, whoever you are in a relationship with, everyone in your life is aware that you are a human and that humans make mistakes sometimes. It’s not your job to be perfect, it’s your job to do the best you can.”—This is great. (via happinesslists)
That first summer, before we slept together, I’d slip over to your house after your parents had left for the day and we would sleep. Innocent but intimate; Mickey Mouse sheets and a bottom bunk were all we needed during those mornings before we made love for the first time.
You called me, “Pretty Girl”. Even when you left messages on my parents’ machine, it was always, “Hey Pretty Girl…” You were so proud of us.
We’d peel off into an abandoned parking lot or ball field for ten minutes alone just to feel the heat of one another. You were all muscle and freckles and fuzzy earlobes. We fought for every moment together that year before we went away. Every second separate from you felt like desperation. You only denied me once, in college. You told me later it was because you felt like you never satisfied me, so what was the point?
In the last twelve years, you’re the only one that’s come close.
If a guy’s a good neighbor, if he puts in a day, if every once in awhile he laughs, if every once in awhile he thinks about somebody else - and above all else if he can find his way to compassion and tolerance, then he’s my brother. And I don’t give a damn if he didn’t get past finger painting. What I can’t stomach are people who are out to convince people that the educated are soft and privileged and out to make them feel like they’re less than. You know, “He may be educated but I’m plain spoken like you.” Especially when we know that education can be the silver bullet, for crime, poverty, unemployment, drugs, hatred…
-Jed Bartlet in The West Wing, Hartsfield’s Landing.
Aaron Sorkin is just the fucking best and gets it all and I’m really pissed I didn’t watch this show during high school and college. I might be 14 years late to the party on this one, but damn. It’s all so smart. If you love Newsroom and missed the boat like I did, it won’t be the most current affairs you’re reliving, but the dialogue and general philosophizing are not to be missed.
Most of the time, most people are not crying in public, but everyone is always in need of something that another person can give, be it undivided attention, a kind word or deep empathy. There is no better use of a life than to be attentive to such needs. There are as many ways to do this as there are kinds of loneliness, but all of them require attentiveness, all of them require the hard work of emotional computation and corporeal compassion….
Being attentive to the needs of others might not be the point of life, but it is the work of life. It can be messy, and painful, and almost impossibly difficult. But it is not something we give. It is what we get in exchange for having to die.
“Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”—
Currently listening to all of the tracks on this record. If you like strings (cello, fiddle, mandolin, bass). this album is tops. It’s not classical stuff, and there’s some great variety in the pieces. If you need something upbeat but chill, this may be up your alley.
“Let me tell you about the nap. It’s absolutely fantastic. When I was a kid, my father was always trying to tell me how to be a man. And he said - I was maybe nine - he said, Philip, whenever you take a nap, take your clothes off and put a blanket over you and you’re going to sleep better. Well, as with everything, he was right. And so I now do that and I come back from the swimming pool I go to and I have my lunch and I read the paper and I take this glorious thing called a nap. And then the best part of it is that when you wake up, for the first 15 seconds you have no idea where you are. You’re just alive. That’s all you know and it’s bliss. It’s absolute bliss.”—
“I have always loved RSS because it gave me just the slightest bit of control and measure of accountability for the sites and blogs I read. I was able to sit back and opt out of most of the chatter, receiving only the important stuff without the risk of falling for false controversies and inaccurate news. I could spot editorial trends, identify site-biases, develop affinities for particular writers or aversions to others, and generally get the news on my terms. When a site stopped delivering a quality product, I had the satisfying ability to withdraw my subscription. Apparently that power was threatening.”—
As I mourn the inevitable death of Goog Reader, I keep having this quiet inner dialogue of, ‘This can’t happen - they can’t kill it - too many people love it - whyyyyyyyy - I don’t want to use another readerrrrrrrr - the power of the internet saves things every day - Reader should be one of those things - damnit all.’
And for those of you that are mourning realistically, here is a link to some of our options once GR goes down for good.
“The solution suggested by this research, as well as my own, is as simple as it is startling: Do less. But do what you do with complete and hard focus. Then when you’re done be done, and go enjoy the rest of the day.”—
Cal Newport, on research comparing elite and average achievers.
This isn’t a new piece, but it’s a solid read and a reminder to commit and focus. Busyness makes you average and affords no value.