when despair for the world grows in me
and i wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of that my life and my children's lives may be,
i go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
i come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. i come into the presence of still water.
and i feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. for a time
i rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
the peace of wild things, wendell berry
To fight unhappiness one must first expose it, which means that one must dispel the mystifications behind which it is hidden so that people do not have to think about it. It is because I reject lies and running away that I am accused of pessimism; but this rejection implies hope — the hope that truth may be of use. And this is a more optimistic attitude than the choice of indifference, ignorance or sham.
by Simone de Beauvoir (via)
I lack the peace of simple things.
by Wendell Berry
by Wendell Berry
daylight
in bad dreams
in a cool world
full of cruel things
hand tight
all you
nothing like a big bad bridge
to go burning through
Let me introduce you to the most evil word in the English language:
"Just."
Stick it near the beginning of some advice, and you can turn someone else's vicious lifelong struggle into a trivial task they should feel ashamed for not having mastered by now.
by David Wong
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