What happens when you die:
They divide up your shit.
They summarize your life in 500-1000 words.
People who knew you less say sorry to people who knew you more.
Everyone eats, drives home, and wakes up the next day and goes to work.
Whatever you’re worried about won’t be in those 500 words.
You can dare greatly or not at all, but you’re gonna die either way.
Might as well squeeze every motherfucking drop out.
In life, you must choose your regrets.
“You'll regret it if you get married. You'll regret it if you don't get married. You'll regret it if you have kids, and you'll regret it if you don't.
Kierkegaard said this 200 years ago as follows:
‘Whatever you choose, you'll regret it. Because the problem isn't in your choices; it's in romanticizing a life you haven't lived.
A person always finds an untraveled path alluring and mysterious.
That's why the issue isn't making the right choice.
It's choosing and deciding which regret you'll live with.’
What have you decided?” — Salih Guney
no pretendo exagerar pero el arte va a salvar tu vida. La música, la pintura, la cerámica, la escritura, el tallado, el tejido… el acto de CREAR te va a salvar