In doubt, in fear, in the darkness, alone or among the entire world, with a multitude of questions. or direction. I will always go back to this magnificent book that is Letters to a Young Poet from Rainer Maria Rilke. It works like a compass for me.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
But recently I found another compass in the book of Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things, advice on life and love from someone who’s been there.
The story of human intimacy is one of constantly allowing ourselves to see those we love most deeply in a new, more fractured light. Look hard. Risk that.
Forgiveness doesn’t sit there like a pretty boy in a bar. Forgiveness is the old fat guy you have to haul up a hill.
The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.
Have a lovely week end sweet peas;) (aka Sugar, Tiny Beautiful Things)