faq.

i want to ask the happiest person in the world whether it was worth it, all the sacrifices he made in order to become so happy. faq.

drink her.

she was the third beer.

i. not the first one,

which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude;

ii. nor the second,

that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first.

iii. but the third,

the one you drink because it’s there,
because it can’t hurt,
and because
what difference does it make?

this is water.

wrestle it to the ground

closeness,” he said,

surveying the congregation.

“it’s easy to be close,
but almost impossible to stay close.

think about friends.
think about hobbies.
even ideas.

they’re close to us—
sometimes so close we think they are part of us

and then,

at some point,

they aren’t close anymore.

they go away.

// only one thing can keep something close over time:

holding it there.
grappling with it.
wrestling it to the ground (as jacob did with the angel,)
and refusing to let go.

what we don’t wrestle
we let go of……

love isn’t the absence of struggle.

love is struggle.

:: jonathan safran foer

from
here i am

men into blocks

if you take a flat map

and move wooden blocks upon it strategically,
the thing looks well, the blocks behave as they should.

the science of war is moving live men like blocks.
and getting the blocks into place at a fixed moment.

but it takes time to mold your men into blocks

and flat maps turn into country where creeks and gullies
hamper your wooden squares.

they stick in the brush,
they are tired and rest, they straggle after ripe blackberries,
and you cannot lift them up in your hand [and] move them. men into blocks

conjure images

before they had kids, if asked to conjure images of parenthood they would have said things like

“reading in bed,”

and

“giving a bath,”

and

“running while holding the seat of a bicycle.”

// parenthood contains such moments of warmth and intimacy, but isn’t them.

it’s cleaning up. the great bulk of family life involves no exchange of love, and no meaning, only fulfillment.

not the fulfillment of feeling fulfilled,

but of fulfilling that which now falls to you.

:: jonathan safran foer

from
here i am

each other’s pain

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

from
here i am