Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.
~Miranda, Picnic at Hanging Rock
The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
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If you wait until you can do everything for everybody, instead of something for somebody, you’ll end up not doing anything for anybody.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?
Consider the possibility that you are not you. Or rather that you are not the little self that you perceive yourself to be, with your small story and your passing struggles.
Consider the possibility that you are an instrument of the greater You of the universe, of the vital energy that longs to spread and stretch through the cosmos, reaching all the way back to the beginning and all the way forward into forever.
Consider the possibility that you are infinite and real. Drop your small-minded obsessions with your transient self and struggles. Invite the vast vitality of the world to flow through you. Have faith. Live big.
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It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
I have travelled through madness to find me.