Now and then when I find myself forgetting to celebrate life, unmindful of the way embracing death can heighten and enhance the way I interact with the world, I take time to think about whether I would be at peace knowing that I left someone without saying what’s in my heart, that I left with harsh words. I try daily to learn to leave folks as though we might never be meeting again. This practice makes us change how we talk and interact. It is a way to live consciously.
Yeah sometimes I’m annoying but most of the time im not, im just trying to be sweet
I know that’s true deep down, it’s just that the people around me are emotionally unavailable/not understanding enough to appreciate it. That should not diminish my self worth
Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose shouldn’t be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.
∆ Umberto Eco, On The History Of Ugliness
Try: who are you? How are you? How do you feel today? What thoughts, fears, dreams dominated your mind today? This week? This month? What were you obsessing over lately? T
I've never really met anyone else who oscillates so frequently and fervently between an intense desire for anonymity, to disappear even, and to crack oneself open entirely for the whole world to see. To be the maximum version of oneself in public, consequences be damned.