Posts tagged wisdom
I like ending blogs with a quote. Something that neatly ties together all the sporadic musings I’ve pedantically scribbled across my digital notepad.
But sometimes I’ll find a passage—a cluster of calculated paragraphs that simply cannot be condensed into a cute, bite-sized “Tumblr quote.” Its words so precise, so potent, so packed with meaning, that to add any additional commentary would only pollute its author’s intent.
Five years ago, I stumbled upon one such passage. Its words marked the first day of the rest of my life…
This is my friend Nina Hans. We make art together.
Most people think I love hanging with her because she’s a Jew with nice legs. And while this may be true, the primary reason I enjoy Nina’s company is because she’s better than me.
Not a better designer, writer, or even a half-competent carnivore by any stretch of the imagination; but a better worker—i.e. Nina knows how to get sh*t done.
A Jester's Gesture
- B: Yo dawg, you wanna grab lunch?
- P: I'm broke.
- B: Don't worry, I'll spot you.
- P: Nah, it's cool.
- B: What! Do you hate FREE food or something?
- P: It's not that, I just don't like feeling like I owe anyone.
- B: Who said you'd owe me? Consider it a gift – from my heart to your stomach.
- P: I think I'll pass, man.
- B: C'mon, think about it—when you do people favors, do you consider it a huge inconvenience OR do you actually enjoy doing it?
- P: I enjoy it.
- B: Well, there you go!
- P: Hmmm..
- B: Look, I know you have my interest in mind, but sometimes it's good to be a LITTLE selfish. Constantly turning down kind gestures doesn't prove you're self-relient or "strong," it just means you're stubborn and prideful. So PLEASE, for the love of God, just let me buy you lunch! Allow me the honor to "suffer" on your behalf—it's all love, homie.
- P: Jeez, okay. Let's get lunch.
- B: Cool! You mind driving? I don't have a car.
- P: -_______-
Do NOT be fooled by the innocent look on his face — this pup definitely belongs to the house of Slytherin. Behind the scenes are my brother’s socks scattered throughout the kitchen floor, my mom’s shredded flower garden, and a trash bag full of used paper towels.
When it comes to sharing our homes with new love interests, roommates, and newborns, we must always remember that adaptation is a process, not a single act. This means we must grow in our patience and remember that not everyone will naturally appreciate (or notice) our sacrifices. So RELAX.
Forgive like a parent & Love like a newborn pup.（＾＿＾）
Designed by Brother Teresa
You ever stop & wonder how many times you crossed paths with someone before finally meeting them face-to-face?
While I’ve never been one to label coincidence as “fate,” I can’t help but be intrigued with this notion that certain people were meant to be part of our lives. Some brought for us to Love; and others, to help us Learn — a Divine Serendipity.
‘Nobody’s perfect,’ is not an excuse to be stupid.
60 plays
“Oh my gosh, a hummingbird!”
Her fascination fascinated me
to redundancy.
She was a lovable spirit.
A bubbly, dorky, Canadian girl with
the appetite of three baby pandas.
“So much awe and excitement over
such a tiny bird,” I thought.
Then again,
perhaps her reaction was befitting.
Maybe it was I who’d lost perspective.
Age and Cynicism have muddied
my sense of Wonder.
Familiarity has made Miracles cliché.
I pray thee, O Lord,
that I may see the world
through the eyes
of the bubbly, dorky, Canadian girl.
Designed by Brother Teresa
Matchbox Men
Some of the most inspirational people I’ve ever met will never get the credit they rightfully deserve. They’re not very creative, not academically brilliant, nor do they possess the natural #swag of Donald Glover or Emma Stone.
What they do have, however, is a damn good smile.
Designed by Brother Teresa
The Social Network is an intentional fable. An exaggerated tale of Facebook’s origins that is meant to reveal something very important about our own lives.
No Regrets
- M: Personally, I don't have any regrets.
- B: Really?
- M: For sure. Without all my mistakes, I wouldn't be who I am today.
- B: Because who you are today is perfect?
- M: C'mon. You know what I mean.
- B: Of course I do. You're saying you have no idea what 'regret' means. To regret is to feel ashamed of something; to have remorse and seek repentance. In other words, 'Regret' is one of the reasons you ARE who you are today.
- M: Never thought of it that way.
- B: I mean.. having "no regrets" sounds cute on some teenage girl's myspace profile, but if that were really true, you'd still be the same person you were ten years ago. Regret, remorse, guilt — these are the things that push us towards change.
- M: That's true. But sometimes regrets can be SO paralyzing.
- B: Oh, definitely. Especially if we dwell on something instead of changing something. But that has more to do with us than the feeling itself. Ultimately, regret is supposed to push us towards things like humility, forgiveness, grace, and gratitude.
- M: That would explain why I'm much nicer to my parents now.
- B: What do you mean?
- M: When I was a kid, I used to argue with them all the time. Now that I have my own kids, I can finally see why they used to nag me so much. They did stuff for me that I was too young and naive to understand. Now, whenever I see them, I just give them these MASSIVE hugs.
- B: That's what I'm talking 'bout, lil' lady.
- M: Hmm. So what about you then? Any regrets?
- B: Of course not. Regrets are for people who make mistakes.
- M: I hate you.
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