something about a fig tree
being haunted by a choice, by so many choices. the weight of choice, the fear of regret, the fear of starting. the way, the path. Walking the path and the path unfolding
something about a fig tree
being haunted by a choice, by so many choices. the weight of choice, the fear of regret, the fear of starting. the way, the path. Walking the path and the path unfolding
When people reflect later in life, it is the things they did not do that generate the greatest despair.
We never feel grief when we lose something that we have allowed to be free, that we have never attempted to possess. Grief is a sign that I made my happiness depend on this thing or person, at least to some extent. We’re so accustomed to hear the opposite of this that what I say sounds inhuman, doesn’t it?

Why am I not engaging in important work now?
Why am I waiting for this imaginary scenario where aging is cured? Why don't I just engage in important work now? What is my important work?