instead of asking:
how can i be more like them?
how can i be more like me?
how many versions of me do i occupy? where do they live? how do they grow? what will they bloom into? what rituals do they practice? how do they show care to others? what are they afraid of? what do they dream about at night?
A part of yourself is completely unexplored till you meet a particular person or go to a particular place.
It is six in the morning. There is only a free dog hesitating on the beach, a black dog. Why is a dog so free? Because it is the living mystery that doesn’t wonder about itself.
| Clarice Lispector, The Waters of the World
If you want to be a grocer, or a general, or a politician, or a judge, you will invariably become it; that is your punishment. If you never know what you want to be, if you live what some might call the dynamic life but what I will call the artistic life, if each day you are unsure of who you are and what you know you will never become anything, and that is your reward.
— Oscar Wilde
I can’t live on only my cold truths, on the concepts I can synthesize in three lines. I must also live on my weaknesses, my dualities, and admit that those three logical, upstanding lines that faithfully reflect me in a given moment can become, on another not-very-distant occasion or in a complicated and turbulent mood, meager or narrow or painful, without ever ceasing to be true.
| Josefina Vicens, The Empty Book