Liya Jin
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Liya Jin
A story must be judged according to whether it makes sense. And 'making sense' must be here understood in its most direct meaning: to make sense is to enliven the senses. A story that makes sense is one that stirs the senses from their slumber, one that opens the eyes and the ears to their real surroundings, tuning the tongue to the actual tastes
... See moreThat is all we have, this moment with the world. It will not last, because nothing lasts. Entropy, mortality, extinction: the entire plan of the universe consists of losing, and no matter how much we find along the way, life amounts to a reverse savings account in which we are eventually robbed of everything. Our dreams and plans and jobs and knees... See more
Maria Popova • Losing Love, Finding Love, and Living with the Fragility of It All
even now, fresh tears make my vision waltz, with loving grief
Abilene Paradox is a phenomenon in which a group of people collectively agrees on a course of action that is contrary to the preferences of the individual group members. In other words, everyone in the group goes along with a decision that no one truly wants to make.
These moments where one world-system is dying and another is being born are experienced emotionally - as loss, grief, dissonance, confusion, excitement; socially - as contention, struggle, polarisation; and spiritually - as a breakdown in encompassing narrative, meaning and purpose, and a longing for home.
Jonathan Rowson • Now that you’ve found the others what are you going to do? - Emerge
“Lost really has two disparate meanings. Losing things is about the familiar falling away, getting lost is about the unfamiliar appearing."
-Rebecca Solnit
When we orient so much of our lives around a certain kind of life — whatever version of that we thought we wanted — it can be startling to realize we may not actually want that anymore. It’s another life transition, another means of becoming ourselves.
Rainesford Stauffer • It’s Okay to Outgrow the Life You Thought You Wanted
My body … in constant negotiation with the bodies of the world beyond me, at the shifting edges where my skin bleeds into others