No matter how sophisticated our choices, how good we are at dominating the odds, randomness will have the last word.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
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No matter how sophisticated our choices, how good we are at dominating the odds, randomness will have the last word.
I am, but I don't want to be. I can't deny that I am, but perfection is not necessarily a good thing. And I try to avoid it. I try to work with spontaneity, and just capturing a moment. I find that much more interesting than to work for weeks on something and making it absolutely perfect with no mistakes because… where's the humanity in that? We're not perfect, so why should our music be? All these mistakes that we make, that's where you get the real music actually.
What if I told you you were enough as you are? How much yould your life change if you believed that and navigated from that truth?
Many people are not in position to grasp all of your greatness or abundance. That doesn't mean you package yourself to their consumption.
You do not exist to make sense. You are not for everybody. You weren't created to be consumed by the masses. You are you, and that's enough.
Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.
The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You'd be surprised how far that gets you.
This short film is based on an erasure poem written by Beth Copeland. The film portrays the pain of slowly losing a loved one to the Alzheimer’s disease.
soon you'll realize that many people will love the idea of you but will lack the maturity to handle the reality of you
There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, there now, hang on, you’ll get over it.
Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes.
Depression is like cancer.
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.
I must change my life so that I can live it,
not wait for it.
The tiredness of this generation is something so much deeper than a lack of sleep; there is helplessness in the air and we confuse it for oxygen.
If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another. The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.
Honesty is a very expensive gift,
Don't expect it from cheap people.
When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than "Try to be a little kinder."
John had a vision. He wasn't afraid, in the name of his obsession, to make a fool of himself. And if, as someone said, ‘Man is God in ruins,’ John saw the ruins, and he saw them with a clarity that the rest of us would find unbearable. But he was drawn to the God part, man's need for love, and he was always looking for a story that expressed the stupidities, weaknesses, foibles—that got in the way of that need.
Everyone can be nice. It's easy, like baking brownies from a box. But niceness, like artificial sweetener, is a flavor that becomes boring, bland, all too quickly. Choose, instead, friends with a tad more spice — passionate and intense like chipotle pepper, refreshing like mint leaves, distinctive and intriguing like cinnamon. Choose the ones whose inanities, vulgarities make you laugh so hard you trickle in your pants, the ones whose philosophies challenge your own late into the night, who are worthy adversaries in thought and tongue. Choose the ones “who are mad to live, mad to talk…the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.” Choose the ones you learn from every time, who illuminate, teach an unfamiliar way of thinking. Choose the ones that inspire you to do more, be more. Choose friends who are not just nice.