Nothing corrodes as insidiously as time.
You will die bankrupt if you live a life of sacrifice thinking you’re depositing into some kind of karmic bank. Balance selflessness and selfishness. Always balance.
“I can make money doing anything!” is a vastly different thing than “I’ll do anything to make money.”
Is the suicide of a 65 year old less tragic than that of a 25 year old? If so, you’re implying time is the unit of measurement for life, and the loss of someone with 45 years left is worse than someone with 15. (Figures are for example). But what if the 25 year old is an alcoholic abuser, spending his 45 years hurting others, and the 65 year old is a recently retired union worker who now, finally, has the time to volunteer at eco cleanups and churches and hospitals?
The diner was crowded and noisy and hot, and smelled like burgers and bacon and coffee and spaghetti. Maybe some fish. The customers looked excited and the waitresses looked bored. Big glass windows framed heavy traffic on 2nd Ave., compressing and stretching like a worm. New York in August was a lot like Mexico in August, but without all the sandy beaches and sexy tourists and frosty drinks, and more humidity and sewage and traffic. But it was Thursday evening, so things weren’t all bad. That golden hour between clocking out from work and before the Yankees started playing, and […]
Sometimes I wake in the morning, remembering nothing since the moments before falling into sleep’s abyss, and I think “Oh! That’s what death is like.”
Took me a while to realize it, but #writing – especially #plotting – becomes a lot easier when you’re willing to leave plausibility by the roadside.
Better to make some progress than none. You can’t edit what you haven’t written. Better to waste time attempting, rather than waste time worrying. Always best to keep moving; worry about where you’re going later. You can’t get there if you don’t get up.
How can anyone be oblivious to their own mortality? In fifteen years I’ll be 70. While 70 isn’t THAT old, it’s pretty far from young. And while fifteen years isn’t short, it isn’t that long. Ironic, tho, that age and experience is a prerequisite for being able to see temporal distances. Like skiing in a dense fog – by the time you see the tree, it’s too late.
That moment when Amazon emails to say they’ve deposited 35 cents into your bank account and you realize..yes..it’s all worth it..