Here’s to the great human experiment, the impossible journey into civilization, peace, love, hate, war, understanding, apathy, obsession, madness, and death. Here’s to thought, destiny, fate, and breaking our divine mold. Here’s to pulse, secreation, sustenance, and breath. Here’s to culture, instinct, and law. Here’s to the weight of the world.
“I’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold I want to take you far from the cynics in this town And kiss you on the mouth We’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, Start a brand new colony Where everything will change”
If cars have given us anything, maybe more than a quick easy way to get around, they have given us those finite, perfect hours in a shared, isolated space, traveling together with someone else. Those certain trips that make up some of our best moments. When you were neither here nor there, together with someone else, apart from everyone and everything else.
Two driving experiences come to mind for me:
a little before I went to college, when I was really sick of my life in New York, and kind of ready to get out, my mom and I went to Florida to visit my brother, who was a freshman at college. And as much as it was a chance to visit him, it was also a getaway for me, and for her. And rather than a sensible, cheap car, we rented a convertible mustang. And one day we drove to the nearest beach, which was rather far from my brother’s non-coastal location, and had the best, most relaxing day. And on the way back, my mom was driving and we had the top down and the heat on because it was still a little chilly, and it was dusk and I listened to Jack Johnson’s In Between Dreams and felt so happy and relaxed and okay, as I didn’t often feel in those days.
Recently, I was really not looking forward to a drive back up to Vermont. I was tired and just not in the mood. One of my best friends at school lives 20 minutes from me at home and he came back with me kind of at the last minute. And we not only made record time getting back, but I didn’t even notice because we spent the entire five hour trip having some of the best conversations I’ve ever had.
“My effort here is to help you to worship life, to live so joyously, with such humor, that your life becomes a dance. I don’t want you to become sad and serious — sincere of course, but serious, never. I would like you to go deeper into existence. Dance with the flowers! Have dialogues with the stars! Look into people’s eyes and love and don’t hold back. The only unspiritual people are those who are holding back, who are living in a miserly way, who are living only partially, fragmentarily, who are not integrated.”—Osho (via oceanofmind)
“Sometimes, I look outside and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.”—Stephen Chbosky (via julie911)
“The real struggle is about you, a person who has to learn to live in the real world, to inhabit her own skin, to know her own heart, to stop waiting for her life to begin.”—Appetites (via betterthanbones)
“The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.”— Haruki Murakami (via justbesplendid)
“Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear. So too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant. So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not your competence, but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what. Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance but of choice. Choose to live a life that matters. It really matters.”—Michael Josephson (via thewordsalloverme)
“Not television love with it’s glare and hollow and sequined light. Not sex and allure, all high shoes and high drama, everything both too small and in too much excess. But just love. Love like rain, like the smell of a tangerine. Like a surprise found in your pocket. We were all a part of that.”—(via eletheowl)
when asked what we’d do if we had a year left to live, who wouldn’t say “travel?” But how many of us actually do it.
we swear we love to read, we swear writing our greatest passion, we claim that nothing moves us like drawing, but we bide out time until the day’s over, in boredom, and never pick up a book or pen or pencil.
At some point in our lives we decide that we love certain things or have certain interests, but we spend our time doing other things. At the worst, we spend out time bored, for some reason choosing not to do what we “love.”
But time is limited and this very moment is your life and everything that happens, everything that you do or do not do is a result of choices you make.
I want to spend my time on things I love to do and make choice that lead me to the things I want to do, and not just say I will.
I don’t want to be eighty-nine and have a heart full of the things I should’ve done, I want it to be full of memories of the things I did do.
“With each new day it becomes more apparent to me that everything and everyone in this world is connected in some beautiful and inexplicable way, and the more I accept that, the more my world seems to come together.”—Andrew McMahon (via classyfabulous) (via littlevictories)
to do something well that really helps the world, to read many good books & often, to travel to many different places & allow my perspective of the world to be altered, to meet many people and to realize that probably everyone is fascinating, and to have at least one but perhaps a few great romances that delight the body, the mind & the soul.