"We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection."
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 (1947-1955)
Joseph Cook (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Because watching this once a month keeps things in perspective.
Because if you’re happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay…
You could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it. If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it. There is heat in freezing, be a testament."
Travel travel travel. Travel until your feet fall off. Until you can close your eyes and still see every sight clearly. Until you can’t breathe because your chest is so full of laughter in different languages. Travel until the people you meet blend with the places so thoroughly you can’t tell them apart from the statues and the paintings.
A good thing to remember is that everyone is sad about something. But you don’t necessarily need to know what that something is to make them happy."
She watched the rain kiss the window and realized that thoughts would never form themselves into landscapes. That love had no legs to run itself into her head on. That wealth can’t fit in a bank account. That life, the messy, middle school food fight kind, isn’t an alley she’d find one day by shortcut. She realized she’d never been broken to the point of finding all her pieces and so she still had no idea what held those pieces together."
So I finally realized why I’m against self-help books, articles, documentaries and coffee cups.
I strongly dislike self-help literature because I’m one of those cynics that doesn’t believe people can change all that much. That’s not to say we don’t become less selfish, learn to thank our mom for dealing with our PMS more often, or figure out calling our grandma will indeed make us feel better about life. I mean that the core of our personality is a pretty set thing. We can do yoga, drink more or less coffee, find friends that bring about more happy than sad days, but after a certain age your general opinions of the world and how it works stay pretty constant, I believe. But I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing. Actually, I’d argue it’s a pretty great thing. If we were all so easily malleable the news would have turned us all into the same paranoid schizophrenics by now. But we’re not - we’re clinging to whatever collective knowledge our spirituality or religion or biology instilled in our DNA and the influence of every reafirming moment since. Not two people have experienced the same exact moment in the same exact way and that’s what keeps things interesting.
And self-help literature just confuses all that. It tells us how the most successful people get by and what works for them as if that formula could work just as seamlessly for us. It inevitably makes us see ourselves as wrong, this “way of thinking” as right, and further confuses the things we’d thought we’d figured out about ourselves. Or worse, makes us think we don’t have anything left to figure out about ourselves, just things left to change, as if that’s possible.
I’d argue that the most important thing is never to change yourself but understand yourself. And now I’m realizing that this hypocrite just turned this into a self-help post in one sentence. But ah well I’ll post anyways.