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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
just because you’re not where you want to be yet doesn’t mean you haven’t come far
Don’t forget to imagine the best case scenario too
My Summer of Crisis Trisha Low
For You Kim Addonizio
Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
Tracy K. Smith, from “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?”, Life on Mars
— Will Rees, “Kafka the hypochondriac”
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
Mary Oliver, “I worried”
I Worried, Mary Oliver
— Arturo Pérez-Reverte, What We Become
Salma Deera, from a poem titled "War and Words," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems
Tired, Langston Hughes
— Rudy Francisco