As a garden grows with rain,
No two trees are exactly the same.
Each tree grows at its own pace,
For being a tree is not a race. — Carol Ann Shapiro
Reminiscent of the Google recruitment billboards campaign
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The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming. — Cheryl Strayed
Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less — Marie Curie
People have been complaining about widespread willful ignorance since Brutus or Caesar or whoever invented the salad…the difference now is this: more people than ever are creators. More people than ever go to work to use their minds, not just their hands. And more people than ever have a platform to share their point of view. I think that raises the bar for our understanding of how the world works. — Seth Godin
I <3 tea
According to convention, I am not simply what I am doing now. I am also what I have done, and the conventionally edited version of my past is made to seem almost more the real “me” than what I am at this moment. For what I am seems so fleeting and intangible, but what I was is fixed and final. It is the firm basis for predictions of what I will be in the future, and so it comes about that I am more closely identified with what no longer exists than with what actually is! —
Alan Watts, The Way of Zen
Past behaviour is not always the best predictor of future performance. Contexts change, and so do people. How does this affect you?
We call our bodies complex as a result of trying to understand them in terms of linear thought, of words and concepts. But the complexity is not so much in our bodies as in the task of trying to understand them by this means of thinking. It is like trying to make out the features of a large room with no other light than a single bright ray. It is as complicated as trying to drink water with a fork instead of a cup. —
Alan Watts, The Way of Zen
Maybe what you seek is not described, but felt. Or maybe it’s like the sun - too bright to stare at, far too huge to comprehend, and yet a shadow tells you its direction.
Or maybe it is a dream. Your dream, my dream…I do not know. These are questions for wise men with skinny arms. You are the moon of my life. That is all I know… and all I need to know. — Khal Drogo
This too belongs to the silence.
Where ideas come to die,
And dreams are left behind.
Above the litany of time,
Have you heard the earth screaming?
Can you heal a dying star?
Or reassure it with new meaning?
In our own ways we felt it.
In our own ways we tried.
To recognize with words
And build them outside.
Hush as the moon rising,
Then sinking again beneath tides.
Fear, folly, love, lust,
What kept us going?
On the shores of comprehension,
But a mote, I was awash.