Self Compassion

it’s so easy to derail our own joy by looking around at someone else’s life or worse — the imaginary life we think we should have by now

Fulfillment... is a function of time. The search for pleasure is circular, repetitive, atemporal... It has an end. It comes to the end and has to start over. It is not a journey and return, but a closed cycle, a locked room, a cell... The thing about working with time, instead of against it, ...is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.

This is one of those polarities I'm learning to embrace: that you can see improvement in many things, but still you never really stop worrying; you just get better at dealing with it.

Back when I was feeling a imless and lost I used to read and reread something Cheryl Strayed wrote about writing: 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 abou... See more

e·qua·nim·i·ty

/ˌekwəˈnimədē,ˌēkwəˈnimədē/

noun

mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation.