I saw a post on Reddit that said, “When you walk through a museum, you’re not just looking at art. You’re moving through centuries of people trying to explain love, grief, power, beauty, and belonging.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a museum described so beautifully.
i love how humans have this beautiful habit of assigning meaning to ordinary things. lucky pennies. wishing on stars. birthday candles. somehow that feels less like superstition and more like hope
Cooking for yourself is where you find out if you actually give a shit about your own life. because nobody is watching, nobody will know, nobody will thank you, and it still takes time and attention. and if you cannot do this one small thing for yourself, then everything else you claim is probably a lie
I saw a video of a woman reading the vows her husband wrote for her, and one line completely stayed with me:
“Our love is work but not the kind that feels like long commutes or a job you dread. It’s the kind of work an artist pours into their masterpiece.”
That line genuinely altered my brain chemistry.
Interestellar habla de una teoría que dice que las señales que ves, eres tú mismo desde otra realidad mostrándote el camino que debes seguir.
Qué mágico.
A peak life advice from Alex Hormozi:
“The fastest way to become the person you want to be is to put yourself in a situation where you have no choice but to become them.”