this is water.

true mirrors.

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

from
the loneliness of donald trump

let us all unite

i’m sorry, but i don’t want to be an emperor.
that’s not my business.
i don’t want to rule
or conquer
anyone.

i should like to help everyone–
if possible

jew,
gentile,
black man,
white.

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.

our knowledge
has made us cynical.
our cleverness,
hard and unkind.

we think too much
and
feel too little.

more than machinery

we need humanity.

more than cleverness

we need kindness
and
gentleness.
let us all unite

roses

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
bowl.

“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.

 

roses

he who fears he shall suffer,

already suffers what he fears

× michel de montaigne ×