the fish will be the last to discover water.
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
inner beauty can fade, too
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