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The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation. For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.
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The second point I would make is to push back at the idea that we should solve our own problems first, before we try to solve Congo’s or Bangladesh’s. At some point we are all humans, connected by a web of humanity, and that’s true whether we are New Yorkers and Californians – or whether we are Alabamans and Bangladeshis. It doesn’t feel right to me to ignore people’s needs and lives because they didn’t win the lottery of birth and end up with American citizenship. What matters most is their humanity, not their passport.
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“If one really loves nature, one can find beauty everywhere.”
-Vincent Van Gogh
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I read somewhere that the word nostalgia is Greek for ‘pain from an old wound.’ And I thought, oh, that’s interesting! The difference between memory and something that’s nostalgic is that it has to hurt a little bit.
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Posted on February 14, 2012 via Believe to Achieve with 353 notes
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One Planned Parenthood clinic does more in a day to prevent abortions than the entire Pro-Life movement does in a year.
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Why is it, do you think, children are always too young to hear the truth, but never too young to be lied to—systematically, conscientiously, in the name of Education?
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Speaking of lifestyle choices, Kitchen Confidential contains various harrowing scenes from Bourdain’s past as a heroin and cocaine user, as well as copious documentation of his chain smoking. I don’t mean to suggest that Bourdain intended to glamorize these habits; indeed, he went out of his way not to. But the fact remains that, at least among certain trendy segments of society, a male celebrity chef with a serious drug habit in his past is, oddly enough, considered a less problematic spokesman on health matters than a matronly woman who does not disguise her affection for comfort food. All of us have our bad habits, but an especially bad one is indulging in moralistic sanctimony when we encounter the misfortunes of others. As has been pointed out before, the worst aspect of this particular vice is that it so easily mistakes itself for virtue.
No Proof Paula Deen’s High-Fat Southern Cooking Caused Her Diabetes - The Daily Beast (via apsies)
*fist pumping alone in my room*
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Posted on January 21, 2012 via apsies with 38 notes
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A friend recently said to me, of another friend’s photography: “She’s so talented!”
This was, of course, meant as the highest of compliments. She makes such great photos, and she makes it look easy.
It’s not easy. This woman has quit her job and moved to a wretched town and gone into debt and clocked countless hours focusing on her craft, sharpening it. To call it talent is to erase these sacrifices. To call it talent is to erase her debt, her hours, her choice. This is not the result of natural aptitude. This is the opposite of a gift.
Ann Friedman, On Talent (via jessicavalenti)Posted on January 20, 2012 via Jessica Valenti with 92 notes
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Yes, Clarissa thinks, it’s time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep- it’s as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we’re very fortunate, by time itself. There’s just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we’ve ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.
Heaven only knows why we love it so.
Here, then, is the party, still laid; here are the flowers, still fresh; everything ready for the guests, who have turned out to be only four. Forgive us, Richard. It is, in fact, a party, after all. It is a party for the not-yet-dead; for the relatively undamaged; for those who for mysterious reasons have the fortune to be alive.
It is, in fact, great good fortune.The Hours by Michael Cunningham (via wiglet)(via worsethanqueer)
Posted on January 17, 2012 via wiglet with 11 notes
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You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.
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Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.— Mary Oliver
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