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‘Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human condition.
Adam Phillips • Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life
This is purely my opinion, but if you want to express yourself as freely as you can, it’s probably best not to start out by asking “What am I seeking?” Rather, it’s better to ask “Who would I be if I weren’t seeking anything?” and then try to visualise that aspect of yourself. Asking “What am I seeking?” invariably leads you to ponder heavy issues.... See more
‘I want to open a window in their souls’: Haruki Murakami on the power of writing simply
as someone with adhd, i tend to overthink things. however, i am learning that sublime is a tool to help you get to know yourself. i know this can be realized with other tools, but for some reason sublime triggered the thought.
by adding cards and collections, it becomes clear what my interests are based on what i’ve added to sublime. adhd can make
... See moreStoicism gave us much-needed tools for self-mastery. But when those tools are pointed outward, when the philosophy is used to justify indifference or cruelty, it becomes something else. Stoic Sadism is not the inevitable outcome of reading Epictetus, but it is a temptation that we’d do well to guard against. The work is to cultivate endurance... See more
Joan Westenberg
on croit que ceux qui ne parlent pas ne pensent rien que ceux qui sourient sont heureux
on croit aussi que ceux qui sont convaincus ont raison
que ceux qui écoutent obéissent
Quand je ne dis rien je pense encore, Camille Readman Prud’homme
No one warns you about the loneliness that comes with growing.
The silence when old friendships no longer fit, and new ones haven’t yet arrived.
The ache of outgrowing places, conversations, even older versions of yourself.
Growth is beautiful, but it can also feel isolating.
The silence when old friendships no longer fit, and new ones haven’t yet arrived.
The ache of outgrowing places, conversations, even older versions of yourself.
Growth is beautiful, but it can also feel isolating.
Old Man Talks (@oldmantalks)
caspar david friedrich, moine au bord de mer.