“I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn’t worry anyone.”
-“The First Thing is Taking Strange Pictures”
I received another relevant “quote of the day” type thing. This time from my Runner’s World account.
Thought I’d edit it-to make it even more appropriate for the present moment…
“Experience has taught me how important it is to just keep going, focusing on [living] fast and relaxed. Eventually [pain] passes and the flow returns. It’s part of living.”
I don’t know why some people feel so free to “dump” all their negative energy onto others.
I think it is important to take heed with others, because it’s so true that you never know what the next person is going through.
But I don’t know.
Perhaps some don’t realize what an impact energy has.
Perhaps some don’t perceive their energy as negative at all! (Which would be unfortunate).
Or perhaps some simply don’t care-“misery loves company…”
Well, when this happens I think it pays to be mindful as opposed to lowering ourselves to the same level.
Booker T. Washington said this amazing line. I quote, “I shall not let any man narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.”
I love that. I love how he put that….
Narrow and degrade my soul.
When I think of this quote, I am able to imagine how ugly I can become by reacting in a similar way to a person who has offended me.
Another one I really like is, “Be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath.”
I do not say that I am perfect by any means. In fact, I wouldn’t be writing this if there wasn’t a particular energy I felt was pulling me down.
But I hope to shake off that energy before the rest of my day.
Things are not all bad. We just have to force ourselves to remember. 🙂
Hope everyone has a love- and peace-filled day!
Where is it that they go–when they are gone?
Where is it that we go?
Is it someplace within our reach?
Or some place beyond what we can fathom?
Can they feel us where they go–
Like we seem to think we feel them?
Is anyone–any life–
Ever truly gone?
Can anyone truly answer–
…Of what comes after death?
Are the answers to these questions something
We are meant to understand?