in sickness and in sickness. that is what i wish for you. don’t seek or expect miracles. there are no miracles. not anymore. and there are no cures for the hurt that hurts most. there is only the medicine of believing each other’s pain, and being present for it.
:: jonathan safran foer
here i am
some of us are surrounded by destructive people who tell us:
we’re worthless when we’re endlessly valuable,
that we’re stupid when we’re smart,
that we’re failing even when we succeed.
but the opposite of people who drag you down isn’t people who build you up and butter you up.
it’s equals who are generous but keep you accountable, true mirrors who reflect back who you are and what you are doing.
:: rebecca solnit
the loneliness of donald trump
when you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon.
// you color outside the lines.
// you color however you feel.
green oceans —
it’s all good.
as you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines,
to color everything just like you see it.
you end up painting by numbers¹²³ —
whether you actually paint — or — whether you write — or — sing — or —
dance — or — act — or — direct.
// i think you should create what you feel //
// create outside the lines //
i want to watch green oceans and red bears.
i’d love to listen to purple trees.
and i long to read blue elephants.
there were a series of closing kisses,
kisses placed like lids on boxes—
then the lid would pop off and need to be replaced.
there, this is the final kiss—
no this is the final kiss.
this one is, it really is.
and now i’m just kissing that kiss goodnight.
i’m sorry, but i don’t want to be an emperor.
that’s not my business.
i don’t want to rule
i should like to help everyone–
we all want to help one another.
human beings are like that.
we want to live by each other’s happiness
not by each other’s misery.
we don’t want to hate and despise one another.
in this world there is room for everyone.
and the good earth is rich
and can provide for everyone.
the way of life can be free and beautiful,
but we have lost the way.
greed has poisoned men’s souls,
has barricaded the world with hate,
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
we have developed speed,
but we have shut ourselves in.
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.
has made us cynical.
hard and unkind.
we think too much
feel too little.
more than machinery
we need humanity.
more than cleverness
we need kindness
gentleness. … let us all unite
people travel to wonder
at the height of mountains,
at the huge waves of the sea,
at the long courses of rivers,
at the vast compass of the ocean,
at the circular motion of the stars;
and they pass by themselves without wondering.
:: st. augustine of hippo
everyone now and again wonders about
those questions that have no ready
answers: first cause, god’s existence,
what happens when the curtain goes
down and nothing stops it, not kissing,
not going to the mall, not the super
“wild roses,” i said to them one morning.
“do you have the answers? and if you do,
would you tell me?”
the roses laughed softly. “forgive us,”
they said. “but as you can see, we are
just now entirely busy being roses.”