In general, all interpersonal relationship troubles are caused by intruding on other people’s tasks, or having one’s own tasks intruded on. Carrying out the separation of tasks is enough to change one’s interpersonal relationships dramatically.
The Courage to Be Disliked by Fumitake Koga and Ichiro Kishimi
every damn day i'm wresting with my thoughts
every damn day i fake a smile and hope i don't get caught
When you fall in love with the process rather than the product, you don’t have to wait to give yourself permission to be happy. You can be satisfied anytime your system is running.
Atomic Habits by James Clear
I've learned by now
That my strength has been forged
In the fire of pain
Knowledge is the thing that makes the existence of resources infinite. The creation of knowledge is unbounded. We’re going to keep on creating more knowledge and, thereby, learning about more and different resources.
(...)Even so-called empty space has a lot of matter and a lot of things that could be converted into energy. There is no limit to the number of resources out there. There’s purely a limit to knowledge.
from Knowledge Makes the Existence of Resources Infinite
I hold my face between my hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face between my hands
to keep my loneliness warm —
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands to prevent
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
For Warmth by Thich Nhat Hanh
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.
Women are bornt with pain built in.It's our physical destiny: period pains, sore boobs, childbirth, you know. We carry it within ourselves throughout our lives, men don't.
They have to seek it out, they invent all these gods and demons and things just so they can feel guilty about things, which is something we do very well on our own. And then they create wars so they can feel things and touch each other and when there aren't any wars they can play rugby.
We have it all going on in here inside, we have pain on a cycle for years and years and years and then just when you feel you are making peace with it all, what happens? The menopause comes, the fucking menopause comes, and it is the most wonderful fucking thing in the world.
And yes, your entire pelvic floor crumbles and you get fucking hot and no one cares, but then you're free, no longer a slave, no longer a machine with parts. You're just a person.
The hardest thing about moving forward is leaving something behind - and usually it’s a part of ourselves.
i often find myself crying when finding new music
both from happiness (because finding music i love makes me happy) and sadness (because i miss having someone special to share it with)
i don't remember the first time i heard Puma Blue, but ever since then his songs are my favorite to cry to.
in fact, according to spotify my top song of 2020 was "Velvet Leaves", and the day with the most streams was on september 21, and by that alone i can tell you that was one of the saddest days of the year for me.
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy, and someone out there knows exactly how we're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
