#personal responce

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What does it mean to you to “live deep and suck out all the marrow of life”?

Imagine old native american women carving carcasses, taking the bones and scraping the soft marrow out. Imagine how precious and useful every fiber was to their lives. How much enjoyment they probably felt--no, how much contentment filled their hearts with every scoop of the stuff. That’s what it means to me: You’re sucking out the marrow of life when you been through the hunt, through the cold winter, when the clothes on your back are the ones you’ve chosen and earned, when all the results of your life fill you will contentment. 

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How is your life frittered away by detail?

To me, detail is equivalent to obsessing with perfection. Usually for the sake of other people’s approval. When we wake up in the morning how much time do we spend staring into our own eyes calculating just how disappointing we look? When we leave off to our occupations, how much time do we spend deciding what to spend time on, or blocking out distractions, or daydreaming about all the things we wish we had? How often do we gulp down the despair when our ideas and hard work our disposed so casually by those around us? Wake up and fix yourself for people, work for people, work harder for people, change yourself for people, make money, buy things to appear in sync with societal norms, buy things made by other people who probably live in a rotten world you’re too busy to take note of. Do it, it’s easy. And if you choose to live in that manner forever, you’ll find a life frittered when you stare into the mirror.