the comparison culture and your scarcity mindset will be the reason you stay stuck. sometimes it’s not even your fault..it’s learned patterns too. but unlearning it is self-responsibility.
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the comparison culture and your scarcity mindset will be the reason you stay stuck. sometimes it’s not even your fault..it’s learned patterns too. but unlearning it is self-responsibility.
I have been following the seasons around and this one, autumn, is here again, new, turning the sumac red. The clouds are heavy, hang low, and scud across the horizon, dragging their dark, ragged edges over the brightly lit grain stubble. Sometimes it's as though a door has opened into the landscape so that we can see clearly each leaf, the sharp outline of each grass blade, and know for an instant just why we are here on this earth that is so loaded down with beauty it is about to tip over.
"Autumn's Door" by Tom Hennen
“Lonely isn’t being alone. It’s the feeling that nobody cares.”
— Unknown
“And no one is me. No one is you. This is solitude.”
— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva
…a deep sadness I'd felt before, long, long ago. I remembered that sadness very well. A sadness that can't be explained, that doesn't melt away over time, that quietly leaves invisible wounds, in a place you cannot see. And how can you deal with something you can't see?
– Haruki Murakami, The City and Its Uncertain Walls
less of a poem, more of a reminder. ( ✾ )
By preference she lived in lonely quiet amid flowers, music, and books, letting the world go its way or come to her if it must.
– Hermann Hesse, from “Iris,” Strange News from Another Star and Other Tales (FSG, 1972)