“The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.”
— Albert Camus
“kids these days are always on their phones, kids these days never go outside” ok how about kids these days have less freedom of movement & access to public spaces than any previous generation, forcing them indoors, forcing them to rely on electronics, when many would prefer to be outdoors hanging out with friends
““And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.””
— Friedrich Nietzsche
physically im here but mentally im standing on a big boulder on the shoreline when the storm is about to come and you can feel the wind brushing past your skin and the first drops of rain, before you run back barefoot through the wet grass to your cottage and then you bust out hot cocoa as the thunder comes rolling in and the rain hits hard and loud on your uninsulated wooden roof
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Being part of the social justice culture or the “stay woke” culture, I usually thought that the main purposes were to:
1) Unlearn what was taught to you
2) Learn what was never taught to you
3) Educate those around you with the knowledge you have
the holy grail
i wish everything was quieter and softer and less often
Honestly the ultimate dream is to be part of a musical where the character you play fits perfectly within your range and you get some kick ass songs, maybe manipulate a few things here and there. I’m not picky, but dang, if only I could be the major antagonist and revel in shaming the main characters on stage