đ Things to return to
Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, youâre there. It doesnât matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something thatâs like you after you take your hands away. The
... See moreRay Bradbury ⢠Fahrenheit 451: A Novel
Morgan Housel ⢠A Few Things Iâm Pretty Sure About
âThe child says: âWhen I am a big boy.â But what is that? The big boy says, âWhen I grow up.â And then, grown up, he says: âWhen I get married.â But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to âWhen Iâm able to retire.â And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it;
... See moreDale Carnegie ⢠How to stop worrying & start living
When we were very young, our bodies told us that we could break through the constraints of the mundane world and seize a more colorful, wild life for ourselves. As we grew older, we caught glimpses of lives that looked more exciting and full of promise than ours, through a million shiny portholes, and we began to define joy as something that lived
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The path forward from here isnât that complicated. You explore your defenses and your shame with a spirit of curiosity, and you give yourself more permission to be your soft, effusive self out in the open. If that feels like a lot, remember that merely grounding yourself in the moment is a start. You stop and breathe and forgive yourself for who
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Seriousness saddles the work with a burden. It misses the playful side of being human. The chaotic exuberance of being present in the world. The lightness of pure enjoyment for enjoymentâs sake.
Rick Rubin ⢠The Creative Act: A Way of Being
With that great countercultural courage of defying cynicism, Eiseley insists that it was the humans who nourished the highest in their nature by means of love, who lived with such exquisite tenderness for life in all of its expressions, that propelled our species from the caves to the cathedrals, from savagery to sonnets.