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Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth. -Thich Nhat Hanh.
Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth. -Thich Nhat Hanh.
This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.
This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world read more
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.
The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good read more
The longer I live, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.
If you are not the lead sled dog, the world looks pretty much the same every day.
If you are not the lead sled dog, the world looks pretty much the same every day.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
