Thought provoking
19: Henrik Karlsson - Cultivating a Life that Fits
podcasts.apple.comSaid differently, we try to measure what we value.
But we inevitably end up valuing what we measure.
But we inevitably end up valuing what we measure.
I also grieve the need we feel to explain our love or give it a name. To feel that it might be unacceptable in some circles. And of course, I know that it is. Especially for Black men
What is Glazing?
A woman's lowest calling is to seduce and separate man from his soul and leave him aimlessly wandering.
A woman’s highest calling is to lead man to his soul and unite him with source.
A man's lowest calling is to ambush and force way into life of woman.
Man’s highest calling is to protect woman so she is free to walk the Earth unharmed.
— Cherokee Prov
... See moreWriter James Baldwin on hate as a defense mechanism: "I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain."
Yes this!
Good writing is meditative writing. It’s a polished and cohesive train of thought, devoid of superfluous babble. If intrusive thoughts make their way into your writing and you neglect to edit them out, your work will suffer. Quality writing does not arise from a stream of consciousness or absent-mindedness. It’s a practice of meditating on a specif... See more
Jen Hitze • Attention, Distraction, and Your Responsibility
Being human is not hard because you're doing it wrong, it's hard because you're doing it right. You will never change the fact that being human is hard, so you must change your idea that it was ever supposed to be easy
glennon doyle • Untamed by Glennon Doyle
It’s the dying that does it, always. I started here; I end here (we all end here). It is amazing how the death of someone you love exposes this lie you tell yourself, that there’ll always be time. You can go months or even years without speaking to a dear old friend and feel fine about it, blundering along, living your life. But discover that this ... See more
Jennifer Senior • It’s Your Friends Who Break Your Heart
Yeah there is a nana size hole
our lives, thanks to their finitude, are inevitably full of activities that we’re doing for the very last time. Just as there will be a final occasion on which I pick up my son—a thought that appalls me, but one that’s hard to deny, since I surely won’t be doing it when he’s thirty—there will be a last time that you visit your childhood home, or sw... See more