The point of reading, especially good fiction, isn't retention. It has never been. It is empathy. It is exposure. It is bliss. It is humanity. It is to open up one's imagination to numerous worlds. Never retention. And that's the beauty of reading.
I hope to read more this year.
for the longest, i thought my love language was physical touch but i just realized that it's word of affirmation. i love being told how much i'm loved, i love when people explain to me in detail how they feel about me, i love being told little things, i love deep conversations.
i love the idea around dating someone who will lighten the load you carry somehow. will they make sure joy/laughter is a priority in your life moving forward? will they be considerate of your emotions/needs? will they help you become the best version of yourself in little ways?
One thing I will say about this generation of parents, yall are raising incredibly empathetic children. The way these babies drop everything to go hug or rub their classmates backs is remarkable.
There’s a little girl in my class that be like “it’s okay to have a rough day, you’re still… (she says their name)”.
That do me so good because I just know this baby is being loved on. I just know she’s allowed the space to process her feelings.
I love that feeling when you talk stuff out with someone and you both become aware that neither of you were wrong. You just saw the scenario differently. Talking really should be about seeing things from both perspectives, rather than the need to be right.
This isn’t an attack on this person this is just my random opinion triggered by this statement lol.
I actually think it’s weirder that we’ve created this idea you can’t possibly love someone without knowing them for some very extended period of time and knowing every detail about them.
“I love them”
“You don’t even know everything about them? It’s only been a few months?”
Like okay, I don’t need to. I love who they’ve shown me now. If that changes and they’re not actually who they say, or they become bad, Ill reassess. But holding out on expressing love, which is literally just another emotion, because there’s some strange aversion we’ve created around expressing it is so odd to me. We never side eye someone when they express they disliked someone immediately after meeting them. “I just got bad vibes” is widely accepted. We so easily accept and condone disliking/hating people almost immediately after meeting them but love? A positive emotion? We shame people for feeling it before some arbitrary period of time that’s usually months if not years.
I’d argue we need to love more and stop being embarrassed about it. It’s actually incredibly easy to love people. A lot of people are just damaged with repressed issues surrounding vulnerability and have attachment styles they need to address.
Today during yoga, the instructor spoke about trees becoming their strongest in autumn. Because they aren’t bearing fruit or producing leaves, all of their energy is pushed down into the roots. So what externally appears as death, is actually the catalyst for new life.
this makes me really sad to see. especially as i make amends with my body and start to understand it’s consciousness and the way it speaks to me.
the body loves you so much, it really is doing it’s best for you and every time your heart pumps it’s a love letter from the consciousness of your body, who has decided to do everything it can to keep you alive so that you may have a vehicle to experience life.
the body is also YOU. a part of you. it is not the mind so it doesn’t have language to convey what it needs, it has a childlike innocence and understanding that is quite elegant but very simple. when it hears you and sees you preferring other bodies and wishing parts of it away or hurting it because you don’t like the way it looks or functions, the body is pained and bewildered and it holds on to that.
you cannot dream of another body. you are all your body dreams of.
love letters. there’s absolutely nothing i love more than to receive words of affirmation, reassurance, and adoration all in one. that single, simple piece of paper that holds so many words and emotions.