Time doesn't heal psychological wounds. Perspective does.
Days passed don't guarantee insight gained. Seeing last year's disappointments through an old lens is more upsetting than viewing yesterday's setbacks from a new angle.
Time creates distance. Reflection offers wisdom.
Loitering, as you know, means fucking off, or doing jack shit, or jacking off, and given that two of those three terms have sexual connotations, it’s no great imaginative leap to know that it is a repressed and repressive (sexual and otherwise) culture, at least, that invented and criminalized the concept. Someone reading this might very well keel... See more
I took the wheel. We cruised past small islands, families of pink roseate spoonbills, garbage tankers swarmed by seagulls, fields of grass and wolfberries, and I realized it was not that remarkable for a person to understand what another person needed.
There’s a name for these kinds of paths , she says, and the idea sounds familiar, but we can’t remember what they’re called. Later she looks it up and texts me. Of course. They’re called “desire paths.” The path that your heart wants to follow, heeding some kind of internal call, even if it’s not the way you think you should go.
I think many people who pursue mindfulness confront this at some part of their journey: the actual work of living that needs to be done. Where am I going to live? Who am I going to love? What am I going to work on?