I truly do not want to struggle next year - and I say this from the deepest parts of my heart.
I unsubscribe from that life, and press towards softness.
I need things to be smooth and soft for me.
So shall it be.
When luck smiles at us, we murmur to ourselves, 'everything happens for a reason’. We commit the same error as the turkey who, after being fed for 1,000 days, believes in the benevolence of the farmer—right until Thanksgiving.
I remember finding my grandfather's journal after he passed. In it, he wrote about meeting my grandmother: 'Of all the cafes in Budapest, I walked into hers.' He called it destiny. But he never mentioned the three failed engagements before her, the other cafes, the other chances. I understand it though, after all, we're pattern-seeking creatures in a world that offers both order and chaos.
stumbled into one of Vincent van gogh’s letters to his brother and in it he says ‘If I’m worth something later, I’m worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning.’