Get out of bed …

Get out of bed …

Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.

a greater reality

 

it is the perception of the scope of suffering within the context of time that is so wise. to know the feeling of the end is not actually being near the end at all. 

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Excerpt from “Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace“

Excerpt from “Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace“

So, what can we learn from their watery ends? Is there some lesson on how to be friends? I think what it means is that central to living a life that is good is a life that’s forgiving. We’re creatures of contact, regardless of whether we kiss or we wound. Still, we must come together. Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more, since it beats staying dry, but so lonely on shore. So, we make ourselves open while knowing full well that it’s essentially saying, “Come pierce my shell.”

– David Rakoff