action is the great negater of rumination
engagement cures depression
I was really pleased that, 3 days after badly spraining my ankle, I was able to walk to the local shops. That meant I could do anything. I can go to appointments, go to work, get the bus - anything.
At the same time, the healing was quite slow and it's still not completely healed. It's been just over 2 weeks, and I still can't run. I'm getting closer though. I think it will be fully healed in about 4 to 6 weeks from when I sprained it. I can feel it healing.
On a journey of the spirit, even when you are breaking new ground, it's easy to see what's happening through the lens of all your past experiences....so your past shapes and defines your present reality. But it's also possible for your future to shape your present reality, and that's better I think.
most of the sage advice about the importance of multiple drafts is from the time before word processing
I sprained my ankle. It's hard to believe that I could injure it so badly just from walking. It wasn't just my ankle that was swollen....that's what stood out at first....but, my whole foot and lower leg was swollen and then also badly bruised after a couple of days.
Doing it was painful but then afterwards it wasn't that painful - it was just sore and hard to walk. I noticed that as the swelling has receded it has started to ache more. Every day it gets a bit better, so it's a very slow and steady process.
It's amazing the way the body heals itself. The swelling is like a natural cast or moon boot.
TFW you realize that most of the good jokes in Jane Austen go over your head because you don't live in the 19th century.
The only very short book I like is Harold Bloom's The Anxiety of Influence. I feel the same way about my copy of this book, as I do about long literary works, like those of Dickens and Dostoevsky. I feel like they are valuable.
I've always preferred Dostoevsky to Tolstoy, because he resonates more with me. The word that represents Tolstoy is 'grandeur', and the word that represents Dostoevsky is 'passion'.
But Tolstoy is not cold. He makes grandeur attractive and warm, which interestingly reminds me of something that someone wrote about Emily Brontรซ. I say it's interesting because, to my mind, Dostoevsky is so much like Emily Brontรซ, and Tolstoy is not at all like her.
But what I read was that, in Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontรซ takes all the elements of the Gothic, and brings them into a domestic English setting, unlike any of the famous gothic writers, like Ann Radcliffe, for example. I think, in some ways, Tolstoy brings his grand themes into a humble, homely setting as a way of engaging the reader.
The sunrise and the sunset look kind of the same. Lately, I started to struggle with depression a bit more again, but this morning I had the encouraging thought that this is not the crisis of ending, it's the crisis of beginning. It's my old life that is dying and my new life is beginning.
There's always the fear when I have a bad day that it's the beginning of things getting bad again. That's the fear. That's why I don't accept that as truth.
Something I like about my new computer is that, when I click to delete a file, it doesn't ask me, 'are you sure?'. It's a little thing but it's nice not having to do that extra click every single time.
When someone blames you for things that you have no control over and they hold it against you and consistently blame you for whatever goes wrong, refusing to forgive you or show any grace or kindness to you because of the flaws they attribute to you, the problem is with them.
I just returned from a visit to my landlord now im sick and i just wanna know what happened to your soul
i thought that we were close but now that door is closed
say goodbye to the old me we arent friends anymore you don't know me
name the book.....
all happy families are the same but all unhappy families are unique
I did a search of the above, and the normal search engine gave me the name of the novel, but the AI wrote:
All happy families resemble one another, sharing common joys, laughter, and contentment. Their harmonious bonds weave a tapestry of shared experiences and love. Yet, when we turn our gaze toward unhappy families, we encounter a kaleidoscope of individual struggles, conflicts, and complexities. Each unhappy family is a universe unto itself, with its own constellation of pain, secrets, and fractured connections.
In the symphony of life, both happiness and sorrow compose unique melodies. The happy families sing in unison, while the unhappy families improvise their dissonant notes. Perhaps it is within these dissonances that we find the raw beauty of human existence—the messy, imperfect, and profoundly human stories that shape our lives.
So, let us celebrate the sameness of joy and honor the uniqueness of suffering, for both are threads in the rich tapestry of our shared humanity.
a machine wrote that
It's a common mistake to think that there is only one way to do something well, and to do that thing well, you have to do it in that way. Following that logic you will never really excel. Imagine if Taylor Swift listened to Mariah Carey and thought, that's the meaning of being a good singer. It would have stopped her from developing.