As a writer, I’m more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.
All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life - where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.
You are the honored guest.
Do not weep like a beggar.
for pieces of the world.
It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.
Don’t settle because you’re afraid you won’t find something better. Don’t compromise because you don’t want to be alone. Give your perfect life, lover and job time and space to grow into our life. Don’t rush, don’t hurry. Take your time, be easy, have patience. Allow everything to come to you with your subtle guiding and intending. Your days of constant chasing with little reward are over. Everything you’ve ever wanted and more coming to you, you just have to let it in with love, receptivity and non-judgment. Letting it in is how you become it.
Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for, when they scrawl their names in the snow.
“She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit.”
― W. Somerset Maugham