Quotes added on Sunday, February 7 2016
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Make The Rest Of Your Life, The Best Of
Your Life.
Keep Going
Each Step May Get Harder
But Don't stop....
The View Is Beautiful At The Top!
Each Step May Get Harder
But Don't stop....
The View Is Beautiful At The Top!
Listless, tired, sapped, and shorted out—that's how
I feel after work. What good is it to work in order to stay
alive to work?
Energized, healthy, fresh, and free—that's how I feel when I go into nature or create something because I want to. There's enough abundance that we could all be doing what we wanted if it weren't for the greed of a few.
Energized, healthy, fresh, and free—that's how I feel when I go into nature or create something because I want to. There's enough abundance that we could all be doing what we wanted if it weren't for the greed of a few.
Mountains
and Mystery
When I glance over at one of the countless small mountains I pass while on the road, it seems mysterious and important. It seems as if it might be a sacred place that holds an answer for me. If I interrupt my trip and turn off to explore the mountain, the closer I get to it, the more normal it looks. Eventually, when I’m standing next to it, I realize it’s just a big pile of dirt and stone. It’s dusty and dry. Occasional bits of litter have blown in and collected in the less-windy spots. It’s surrounded by fences put up by the various people who own plots of land around it and probably have long-standing disagreements with their neighbors.
The geological processes that continue to shape the mountain might be interesting, but that’s probably because they cannot be observed and must be imagined. Imagination provides its own wonder and interest to anything it considers.
So many things in life are like that mountain.
Our imagination might be the most beautiful part of the world, since it’s precisely when we imagine how things or people might be that they take on that beauty.
Once we explore anything, once we get our first job, first love, first anything, and we live with it for a while—once we actually experience something on a daily basis—it becomes normal, boring, dry, uninspiring, disappointing, and even forgettable.
Nobody remains as mysterious as we had imagined him or her to be. No endeavor satisfies us as we had imagined it would.
No secret seems worth preserving once we learn it. The keeping of a secret is precisely the thing that gives it value. Call something a secret, and everyone wants to know it. Try instead to spread the word freely, and no one has time to listen.
We are all drawn to the wonders of our own imaginings. We are all disappointed by reality.
Life is only beautiful while we imagine it to be.
When I glance over at one of the countless small mountains I pass while on the road, it seems mysterious and important. It seems as if it might be a sacred place that holds an answer for me. If I interrupt my trip and turn off to explore the mountain, the closer I get to it, the more normal it looks. Eventually, when I’m standing next to it, I realize it’s just a big pile of dirt and stone. It’s dusty and dry. Occasional bits of litter have blown in and collected in the less-windy spots. It’s surrounded by fences put up by the various people who own plots of land around it and probably have long-standing disagreements with their neighbors.
The geological processes that continue to shape the mountain might be interesting, but that’s probably because they cannot be observed and must be imagined. Imagination provides its own wonder and interest to anything it considers.
So many things in life are like that mountain.
Our imagination might be the most beautiful part of the world, since it’s precisely when we imagine how things or people might be that they take on that beauty.
Once we explore anything, once we get our first job, first love, first anything, and we live with it for a while—once we actually experience something on a daily basis—it becomes normal, boring, dry, uninspiring, disappointing, and even forgettable.
Nobody remains as mysterious as we had imagined him or her to be. No endeavor satisfies us as we had imagined it would.
No secret seems worth preserving once we learn it. The keeping of a secret is precisely the thing that gives it value. Call something a secret, and everyone wants to know it. Try instead to spread the word freely, and no one has time to listen.
We are all drawn to the wonders of our own imaginings. We are all disappointed by reality.
Life is only beautiful while we imagine it to be.
You sip what the devil's drinking. You're hot as hell and I'm thinking, baby, can you take away my pain? I don't want to think about it. All I wanna be is under your control.
