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ITâS FUCKING SATURDAY. DID YOU KNOW JFKâS APPLICATION ESSAY TO HARVARD WAS JUST 5 SENTENCES LONG?
TIP OF THE FUCKING DAY:
WE ARE ALL MAKING IT UP AS WE GO ALONG. RELAX.
PERSON OF THE FUCKING DAY:
THE CREEPY-ASS BRITISH GIRL WHO STRANGLED TWO BOYS. more»
EDUCATE YOUR IGNORANT...
A sad soul can kill you quicker, much quicker, than any germ.
Henry David Thoreau (via fuckyeahthoreau)
Eric Garnerâs last words.
Walden in Spanish
"My house was on the side of a hill, at the side of a great forest, amidst a young thicket of pitch pines and walnuts [hickories], a half dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led downhillâŠ"
I believe that your soul and my soul are very old friends.
Mandeq Ahmed, âMatesâ (via mrsclarkkent)
Sunset on Kentucky lake
Hey lazy yogi the decisions I've made in life have placed me somewhere i really dont want to be, i wish i could follow another path but is difficult considering you need money to survive in this world. How can i follow my true passion? Any advice?
When you look at a river, is there a path? Only looking from far away does it seem so. Close up, there are many little streams within the river. Those streams sculpt the riverâs banks while at the same time those banks give form to the river.Â
Circumstances give form to passion. And passion changes our circumstances. But the two are not disconnected.Â
Also, just as the river is not a single path, so too is your life not a single path. The choice isnât about leaving one path to pursue another. The choice is about whether you will endeavor to understand the decisions that have brought you to where you are now, and why you made those decisions.
Not just on a causal level but on an existential level: Why have you made the choices that you have? What were you valuing or pursuing that in the end brought you somewhere that you do not want to be?
Sometimes the main problem is in looking elsewhere, in trying to get somewhere or something that we have idealized while ignoring the reality of where we are now.Â
Just because you are somewhere you donât want to be right now doesnât mean you will be best served by fleeing from it. Perhaps itâs time to take a pause and really see where you are standing.
It does take money to survive within society. Thatâs like the banks of the river. They are the pre-existing conditions we have been given with which to deal. But it is also your movement between the banks that sculpts and changes them along the way.
Donât reject where you are now in favor of some idealized passion that is somehow apart from practical daily living. But also refrain from giving into the practicality of daily life while losing touch with the inspirational spark of the cosmos.Â
In order to walk that balance, often a great degree of healing is called for. We have been wounded in many ways along the way from childhood. Those wounds leave scars that then in turn impair our ability to function sanely and with love.Â
As a place to begin, I recommend daily meditation and the book The Places That Scare You by Pema Chodron.Â
Namaste :) Much love
Remember this. Refer to it often.
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.
Philip Larkin, The Mower (via fishingboatproceeds)
Be careful of each other
mind. fucked.
There is an aloneness that is not loneliness, and not despair, and western medicine hasnât got a clue. It is something like a profound closeness with your own being, an intimacy with the quiet passing of things, friendship with the broken and the transient within and without. While you quietly grieve over yesterdayâs dreams of tomorrows that never came, you hold today so close in your arms. You are the mother of today.
Jeff Foster (via lazyyogi)