Reality — Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away. At least according to Philip K. Dick. But what if something unreal sticks around and lingers? Does it become real, or have
Lethargy — Lethargy. A state of comatose torpor. Oh, what beautiful words. Oh, what a horrible condition of relentless agony. I’m not sure if there’s a way to do this right. I wanted to say what I’m
Bees — Bees are marvelous creatures. As are most creatures, I guess. Without bees, there wouldn’t be any flowers. Without flowers, there wouldn’t be any bees. I was walking along a beautiful path today, as I do
Writing — Writing, for some reason, is one of the most powerful things you can do. I wrote a personal mission statement a couple years ago. They say you should write things down. They say the pen
Hesitancy — Hesitancy tells you something. I’m not sure what it is, exactly, but it is something. If there wouldn’t be something there would be no hesitancy, all there would be is “fuck yes,” followed by immediate
Eggs — We didn’t hear them land on earth, nor did we see them. The spores were not visible to the naked eye. Like dust particles, they softly fell, unhindered, through our atmosphere, covering the earth. It
Displays — Displays rule our world. They dictate our lives, replace our jobs, facilitate our interactions, and filter our world. One day, many years ago, I went to a shopping mall, which is something I usually don’t
Finishing — Finishing things is hard. Starting things is easier. Not easy, mind you. But easier. I’ve read Start Ugly a while ago, or at least I’ve started to read it. Some things stuck with me. I’m
Editing — Editing is divine, or so the saying goes. A wise man once said that “the secret to life is send tweet.” There is no place for editing in this philosophy, even though there is an
Yesterday — Yesterday was a good day. Today is not. It’s funny how this works, isn’t it? Nothing changed. Yet everything is different. Feels different, looks different, smells different. The rational mind tries to argue it away.
Creativity — Creativity is a mystery. It is creation, inspiration, and—of course—transpiration. You actually have to sit down and do the thing. You have to be creative. But what does it mean, “to be creative?” A creative
Tyranny — Tyranny comes in many forms. Some tyrannies are more obvious than others. Or, what seems to be the case currently, sometimes tyranny is obvious to some, ignored by most. I have my suspicions why that
People — People are the most wonderful thing. Full of potential, full of joy, full of wonder. Whenever I see people, I see dancers, artists, musicians, builders, gardeners, plumbers, and poets. Unique human beings, with hearts and
Dreams — Dreams are a curious thing. They are vivid and real; until they aren’t. In the “real” world, once you fulfill a dream of yours, the dream becomes reality and thus vanishes. What is real in
Seeing — Seeing is believing. We construct our reality based on our experiences. More often than not, what we do not experience is not part of our reality. What we can not see does not exist. Seeing
Humility — I have a drinking bottle that I got a couple of years ago. I believe my sister gave it to me. It simply says: “What if you’re right, and they are wrong?” Being right isn’t
Creation — There is creation, and there is death. I realize more and more that if I’m not creating, I’m dying. Slowly. On the inside. But, for whatever reason, it is still almost impossible for me to
Crushing — Like crashing waves along the shore, life’s challenges - big and small - don’t come isolated, and once a big one hits, you can be sure that another one - equally big, or even bigger
Dare — Dare to be different. Dare to try something new. Dare to struggle, dare to fail, dare to start anew. Dare to go out into this world, dare to dream, dare to give it your all.
Habits — We are creatures of habit. Our bodies are shaped by what we do routinely, over and over again. Many of the things we do daily are in the realm of the unconscious: we don’t think
Sanity — Sanity. Faith. Has the world gone mad? Or is it me? I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world. H.G. Wells Sanity. What defines sanity? Some people say sanity is
Joy — Occasionally in life, there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart. Martin Luther
Brevity — It is with words as with sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. Robert Southey
Ships — One part of the journey seems to be over. However, as is the case in all of life, there is no clear separation between parts. So I won’t try to create one. One journey comes
Words — Words have to be one of the greatest inventions of mankind. Granted, it’s a stretch to say that the spoken word was invented. The written word, however, undoubtedly was. What an astonishing thing a book
Ladies — What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman! What a whirlwind is her head, and what a whirlpool full of depth and danger is all the rest about her. Lord Byron
Calling — Callings are a very strange thing, and I sometimes find myself in a pickle trying to explain phenomena like these rationally. There are certain things you have to do, but you can’t really explain it.
Happiness — Thomas Jefferson wrote about the sacred and undeniable truth that all men are created equal and independent. And that from this equal creation inherent and inalienable rights are derived, among which are the preservation of
Strangers — We have met many people in the last few months. Some remained strangers, some became friends. Most we won’t see again. Of course, in these foreign lands, it is we who are the strangers. “And
Dance — “I stand at the seashore, alone, and start to think. There are the rushing waves … mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business … trillions apart … yet forming white surf in unison.
Paths — We have been told that all paths lead to truth — you have your path as a Hindu and someone else has his path as a Christian and another as a Muslim, and they all
Waves — Most things seem to arrive in waves. Good things and bad things, motions and emotions, living things and inanimate objects, challenges and opportunities. The line between surfing a wave and being crushed by it is
Outlook — There are apartments in the soul which have a glorious outlook; from whose windows you can see across the river of death, and into the shining city beyond; but how often are these neglected for
Ducks — “Where are we heading?” “Upstream.” “Why? We will just drift down again, ending up right where we started.” “Exactly.”
Birds — There are people who love birds so much they free them. There are others who love them so much they cage them. Gene Wolfe
Stairs — Wherever we go, we encounter stairs. Steep ones and flat ones, both to wonderful places and to nowhere. They are everywhere, no matter where you are, no matter what you do. Up implies down. Difference
Remembrance — Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. When change is absolute there remains no being to improve and no direction is set for possible improvement: and when experience is not retained, as among
Idling — So much to do, yet so little time. What am I gonna do, with the time that is mine. So much to say, both silent and loud. Everyone wants to idle. But no idling allowed.
Street Art — Sometimes I wonder why the “rational“ world, the world of science and technology, is often so far removed from the arts. It seems to me that everyone, no matter the discipline, is after the same
Contrasts — Darkness and light. Fire and ice. Water frozen like diamonds and boiling in pools due to volcanic heat below. Long, black nights lit up by dancing auroras. Iceland truly is a land of contrasts. There
Days of Gray — Despite hours of darkness, in a land far away, vivid colors begone, enjoying some days of gray. It’s okay to be average. You don’t have to be exceptional at everything you do. You don’t have
Wanderers — It is strange how leaving an all too familiar place immediately shifts one’s perspective of the past, the present, and the future. Maybe that’s why so many people fall in love with traveling: it seems
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