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life

Joan Didion
I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave’s a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that’s what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.
Los Angeles weather is the weather of catastrophe, of apocalypse, and, just as the reliably long and bitter winters of New England determine the way life is lived there, so the violence and the unpredictability of the Santa Ana affect the entire quality of life in Los Angeles, accentuate its impermanence, its unreliability. The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
You get the sense that it’s possible simply to go through life noticing things and writing them down and that this is OK, it’s worth doing. That the seemingly insignificant things that most of us spend our days noticing are really significant, have meaning, and tell us something.
Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.
I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked door. The fear is for what is still to be lost.
We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.
Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.
I did not always think he was right nor did he always think I was right but we were each the person the other trusted.
[O]ne of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened to anyone before.
You have to pick the places you don’t walk away from.
Karl Wallenda
Being on the tightrope is living; everything else is waiting.
Keanu Reeves
Nothing ever truly dies. The universe wastes nothing, everything is simply transformed.
Mahatma Gandhi
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.
Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Stoic teaching
Live as if you’ve died and come back.
Warren Zevon
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
William Cowper
Variety is the spice of life, that gives it all its flavor.
Winston Churchill
Sometimes it is not enough to do our best; we must do what is required.