Have no fear of perfection - You'll never reach it
-Salvador Dali
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los ojos cambian nunca la mirada
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New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:
We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.
First—if you are in love—that’s a good thing—that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.
Second—There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you—of kindness and consideration and respect—not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.
You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply—of course it isn’t puppy love.
But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it—and that I can tell you.
Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.
The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.
If you love someone—there is no possible harm in saying so—only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.
Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another—but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.
We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.
And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Love,
Fa
In November of 1958, John Steinbeck — the renowned author of, most notably, The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, and Of Mice and Men — received a letter from his eldest son, Thom, who was attending boarding school. In it, the teenager spoke of Susan, a young girl with whom he believed he had fallen in love.
Steinbeck replied the same day. His beautiful letter of advice can be enjoyed below.
(Source: Steinbeck: A Life in Letters)
Live or die on this day...
Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live or die on this day
Live or die on this day.
Posted
from 19°25'N, 99°8'W
Truly beautiful person
En lo profundo de su ser, cada mexicano es un arquitecto
"México es un país de arquitectos. La arquitectura es uno de los pilares de nuestra cultura y parte de nuestra vida cotidiana. En lo profundo de su ser, cada mexicano es un arquitecto"
-Legorreta
:empty desk
If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign
-Einstein
sometimes
The Listeners
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| 'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, | |
| Knocking on the moonlit door; | |
| And his horse in the silence champed the grasses | |
| Of the forest's ferny floor. | |
| And a bird flew up out of the turret, | 5 |
| Above the Traveller's head: | |
| And he smote upon the door again a second time; | |
| 'Is there anybody there?' he said. | |
| But no one descended to the Traveller; | |
| No head from the leaf-fringed sill | 10 |
| Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, | |
| Where he stood perplexed and still. | |
| But only a host of phantom listeners | |
| That dwelt in the lone house then | |
| Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight | 15 |
| To that voice from the world of men: | |
| Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, | |
| That goes down to the empty hall, | |
| Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken | |
| By the lonely Traveller's call. | 20 |
| And he felt in his heart their strangeness, | |
| Their stillness answering his cry, | |
| While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, | |
| 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; | |
| For he suddenly smote on the door, even | 25 |
| Louder, and lifted his head:— | |
| 'Tell them I came, and no one answered, | |
| That I kept my word,' he said. | |
| Never the least stir made the listeners, | |
| Though every word he spake | 30 |
| Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house | |
| From the one man left awake: | |
| Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, | |
| And the sound of iron on stone, | |
| And how the silence surged softly backward, | 35 |
|
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
-Walter De La Mare (1873) |
What thing about humanity surprises you the most?
When asked "What thing about humanity surprises you the most?", the Dalai Lama answered:
"Man…. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."
Posted
from Parkwood, Australia
FWD: una carta
Desde que era pequeño siempre tuve un lugar favorito,
siempre creí que los lugares eran las personas,
en el que el destino es encontrarte en ese momento justo en el que el compartir algo es el todo,
en donde la belleza despierta el alma para actuar y compartir,
compartir una vez más esos retos con amigos,
diseñar y crear todo en la mente, para buscar a las personas que le daran vida,
el encontrar la fuerza y la actitud de hacer y ser parte de algo aún más grande.
Vernos en desacuerdo con las cosas como están, para ir un paso más allá,
el ser recordados por las reglas que hayamos roto,
el no decir todo lo que pensamos, pero sí hacer todo lo que pensamos.
el perder para encontrar, y el encontrar para perder nuevamente.
Encontrar a ese líder que logra sacar algo increíble de gente normal para volvernos no tan normales,
el que planea a un año sembrando maíz, para luego planear una década sembrando árboles y que planea una vida entrenando y educando personas,
y que cuenta esa idea increíble para que la olvidemos, para luego mostrarnosla nuevamente y recordarla, hasta involucrarnos para entender.
La vida debería de ser tan simple como el efecto de contagiar un buen chiste y recibir una sonrisa a cambio,
el mantenerla simple, pero no sencilla, el mantenerla increíble,
la vida es un viaje en donde no se crean nuevos lugares, si no el todo se ve con nuevos ojos,
para buscar esas oportunidades de ayudar a los demás, sin preguntar el qué hay para mi,
todo está lleno de conexiones, dentro de un consciente colectivo,
las características en común hacen un grupo posible, pero son esas características diferentes las que nos hace mejores individuos.
Nosotros diseñamos el sistema,
el hacer dinero no es tan excitante como lo era antes,
demasiado poder llega a cada nueva generación,
la pregunta es ¿qué hacemos aquí ahora?,
podríamos estar cambiando el mundo.
Y tal vez lograr alguno que otro enemigo en el camino, que signifique que dejaste algo de ti en él que y algo de él estará en ti.
Seguramente nunca llegaré a ser un hombre rico, pero viviré lo suficiente como para contarle historias a mis nietos y para el día después, y el día después de ese día,
en realidad nunca seré pobre, solamente no tendré dinero, ser pobre es un estado mental y no tener dinero es temporal.
Temer menos, creer más, quejarme menos, respirar más, hablar menos, decir más, odiar menos, amar más,
cuando aprenda a amar en ese entonces aprenderé a vivir,
nada realmente importante ha sido logrado sin haber creído y soñado en ello.
Hacer rápido lo que no apura, para poder hacer con lentitud lo que apura,
las cosas grandes en la vida no se ven, por eso cerramos los ojos cuando nos besamos, lloramos y soñamos.
Las personas olvidarán lo que decimos, olvidarán lo que hicimos, pero jamás olvidarán lo que las hicimos sentir.
Uno al escribir, se reescribe;
esas líneas de expresión llevan a la mirada,
el mirar como un niño siempre,
los ojos cambian, nunca la mirada…
una carta a mi mismo, escrita en partes por varios años para dar sentido a algún movimiento interesante que llegaría, y que pensé probablemente le serviría a alguien más.
pit
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