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Rabbi Maimon's Eight Levels of Giving

Level Eight: Giving grudgingly, with a sour countenance. Level Seven: Giving less than you can afford, but doing so pleasantly. Level Six: Giving generously, but only after being asked. Level Five: Giving before you are asked. Level Four: The recipient knows the giver, but the giver does not know the recipient. Level Three: The giver knows the recipient, but the recipient does not know the giver. Level Two: Giving anonymously, where the recipient does not know the giver and vice versa. Level One: Helping someone become self-sufficient.

#read about this in jay-z's book #just a personal reminder for me more than anything

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and this is for you who write or play or read or sing by yourself with the light off and door closed when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned and maybe no one will ever hear it or read your words or know your thoughts but it doesn’t make it less glorious. It makes it ethereal. Mysterious. Infinite.

Charlotte Eriksson

#sometimes i have nothing to do at work but read

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming. One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life. Say thank you.

“ What would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk to her now?“

Sugar’, Dear Sugar, The Rumpus Advice Column #64: Tiny Beautiful Things