Quollection 33

- Accept and avoid complaining
- Don't concern yourself with what other people think
- Practice kindness
- Work on lightening up the people around you

Many of the routes I plan on embarking on typically won’t be lined with 5-star luxury hotels, physically and metaphorically speaking.

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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world, there is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Williamson, Marianne (1996) "A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles"

Excerpt

you've got the power to break humans in half. with your sense and your nonsense. with your humor and your seriousness. with your outside and your inside. and i know this, because you haven't been hiding it well enough. i know this because i allowed myself to become selectively permeable, like the cells that make up you and me and the space in between. with a lightening crack i split in two. but still, you are blind. when will you realize that even your powers can get out of hand, too?

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Just a famous boy and a girl, they bonded over memories of what it was like to really have a soul. Opposite sides of the tracks, same suburbs. Strangers turned friends then friends turned lovers. And he scared her a little bit, never really did understand her fear of the intimate. But she scared him more, he’d been searching for so long and was afraid that he had finally found what he was looking for. She wasn’t sure at first, but she’s learned that when you play with fire, you might get burned. But somewhere between the cigarettes and late night TV, she found a reason to believe in what might be.
It’s like blue-eyed thinker seeks shelter from the storm, clever blonde likes to stay awake to the break of dawn. Just a mother’s son and a father’s daughter, trying to build a paradise within a life of disorder. And it got deep, he was living for a couple of minutes when he could still taste her lips on his.
Ain’t it funny how time flies? A few months can feel like a lifetime. So caught up in life, you don’t even realize. Complacency’s taken it’s toll, now everyday they stand watching the flame grow cold. They never fight. Too afraid of what might get said. Instead, the silence. Screaming for help under her breath. Sharing a cold bed and some silent nights.
And then the day arrives, “I don’t really know how to say this but,” Smiles on surface, but on the inside his world turned black. Reasons running through his mind. And if he could, then he’d take it all back. He can’t sleep. He stays awake with dreams of better days when he wrote her love letters. Business as usual. Her coping mechanism? That other still find her beautiful.
And as the seconds turn minutes, turn days, turn weeks, lovers revert to strangers. They don’t even speak. The king of the blues, the queen of the streets. Now their kingdom lies in ruins, break-up songs on repeat.
Now he misses her touch, and the sound of her voice. Everyday he wakes up, wishing she made a different choice. Co-authors in the story of each chapter written, but you’ve got to wonder… is it really finished?

Quollection 32

Y’know, I once met a boy with synesthesia. He could hear colours and see sounds and I used to think what a goddamn beautiful life he must lead. He told me my words sounded like wish white and sky blue, and sometimes earl grey, and I always wondered whether he meant the tea or the shade or perhaps some half-hemmed amalgam in between.

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There is nothing more erotic than a good conversation.

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Nerd like us are allowed to be unironically enthuziastic about stuff. Nerd are allowed to love stuff, like, jump-up-and-down-in-your-chair-can't-control-yourself love it. When people call people 'nerds', mostly what they're saying is "You love stuff". Which is not a good insult at all. Like, "You are too enthuziastic about the miracle of human consciousness."
John Green

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The Paradox of Our Age

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. More degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, and watch TV too much.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, yet still have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait; have higher incomes, but lower morals; more food, and less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less and less communication. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short characters; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more food, and less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. Of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just to hit delete…

- Dr. Bob Moorehead

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"I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them."

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