This month I attended a memorial for two beloved people and it's left me tender in spots. What I'm noticing a lot while I read isn't necessarily about art but about friendship. I could argue for a relationship between the two, but if you can't do that for yourself, you don't have the right friends. Here's what I heard lately.
Very gently, Chip replied, "If you can't see something that threatens my life daily, then you can't help me fight it. You can't be my ally."
loving the imperfect makes us love our own imperfections
There is no such thing as a soulmate.
As you get older, you need more people who knew you when you were younger.
You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly-omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.
big sign in your office, home where ever "Am I enjoying what I am doing?"
if you answer no you probably are on top of everest jumping for the moon thinking everyone is on the moon when in reality they haven't even made it up everest yet
not to say you can't reach the moon but it would be easier after resting at the top of everest