That quote is lovely. It reminds me of something somebody else sent me recently, which was also lovely, and helpful:
“When we lose people, friendships, health, or we’re dispossessed from a place we loved, we may think it’s a temporary process of mourning that we are in. But maybe loss shows us some basic truth about who we are: we are tied to others and to place. Those bonds form us. It’s not like there is an “I” that exists over here and a “you” over there somewhere. When I lose you, I lose me too. Grief challenges the very notion that we are separate selves. We do not always succeed at being whole. The faces of others, the touch and smell of them, our memories of places we have lived and loved - all of this undoes us. It should. Falling down is necessary for waking up to our shared humanity.“ (Michael Stone)
I feel like there's a difference between giving up on particular things, and giving up on... life, I guess. And maybe (probably) that's an overly dramatic thing to think, or say. Something I think about a lot is the tension between, I guess.. settling?... and just admitting limitations, or making a choice. Sometimes, after quite a lot of years of fairly intense searching (and a heck of a lot of idealism), I feel the pressure to just, like, stop that already, and "be serious" or "grow up" or whatever. To just be okay with my job and my quiet little routine, rather than reaching for something else, or even being open to dreaming about it. And I don't think there's anything wrong with what I'm doing now, and I definitely feel like it's the right place for me to be at this moment: somewhere quiet, simple, safe. And I don't think there would necessarily be anything wrong with wanting that for a long time, maybe forever. But I worry about my reasons for wanting that, or my reasons for thinking other things aren't possible.
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Date: 2017-07-27 05:51 pm (UTC)That quote is lovely. It reminds me of something somebody else sent me recently, which was also lovely, and helpful:
“When we lose people, friendships, health, or we’re dispossessed from a place we loved, we may think it’s a temporary process of mourning that we are in. But maybe loss shows us some basic truth about who we are: we are tied to others and to place. Those bonds form us. It’s not like there is an “I” that exists over here and a “you” over there somewhere. When I lose you, I lose me too. Grief challenges the very notion that we are separate selves. We do not always succeed at being whole. The faces of others, the touch and smell of them, our memories of places we have lived and loved - all of this undoes us. It should. Falling down is necessary for waking up to our shared humanity.“ (Michael Stone)
I feel like there's a difference between giving up on particular things, and giving up on... life, I guess. And maybe (probably) that's an overly dramatic thing to think, or say. Something I think about a lot is the tension between, I guess.. settling?... and just admitting limitations, or making a choice. Sometimes, after quite a lot of years of fairly intense searching (and a heck of a lot of idealism), I feel the pressure to just, like, stop that already, and "be serious" or "grow up" or whatever. To just be okay with my job and my quiet little routine, rather than reaching for something else, or even being open to dreaming about it. And I don't think there's anything wrong with what I'm doing now, and I definitely feel like it's the right place for me to be at this moment: somewhere quiet, simple, safe. And I don't think there would necessarily be anything wrong with wanting that for a long time, maybe forever. But I worry about my reasons for wanting that, or my reasons for thinking other things aren't possible.
Does that kind of make sense?