A volte non riesco a controllare i miei pensieri, e continuo a combattere me stesso per cercare di stare male il meno possibile, a volte è vero che il peggior nemico di noi stessi siamo noi.
In particolare la sera diventa tutto più difficile, il buio, le stelle, il silenzio.
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Small things
Very few things in life come out of nowhere.
My mother’s mastery of needlepoint? It didn’t come out of nowhere. It was the product of careful stitching, every day, for years.
My grandfather’s death from lung cancer? It didn’t come out of nowhere. It was the product of smoking, every day, for years.
All of life works this way – good and bad things alike.
It’s why the small, seemingly insignificant things that we do every day are so important.
Because those small, seemingly insignificant things don’t stay small. They add up. They become the building blocks of the conditions and events, the abilities and liabilities that shape our lives.
This is what Jesus is talking about in today’s Gospel.
About the importance. About the power of “the smallest letter or the smallest part of a letter.” This is the “why” behind that teaching.
Even if we don’t see the importance right now. The importance of that smallest part cannot be overstated.
Because this effect – of small, seemingly insignificant things adding up – is always at work in our lives.
Everything we do, everything we say, everything we think, adds up. For better or for worse. Whether we want it to or not.
This is the source of the conditions and events, the abilities and liabilities that shape our lives.
Your relationship with God? Your ability to love? Who you are when it counts? How you handle the hard things in life? Whether you become who God made you to be?
This is the source of all of it.
And it flows in both directions. If you want to make a lasting change, this is where it has to start.
“Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.” *
Today’s Readings
* This has been attributed to dozens of sources – whoever said it, it’s true.
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"If I told you that you were just a side character in a world of books, would you still read your story?"
"Yes."
"Would you still read if I told you that you'd die? That you're insignificant beyond words?"
"Do you enjoy normality?"
"Excuse me?"
"Do you enjoy the spring wind that greets you every time you walk out the door?"
"Of course-"
"Do you enjoy the quiet lingering warmth of the fireplace you keep burning in the middle of the winter?"
"Well yes-"
"Then do you remember them consciously? Is it always at the forefront of your mind? Taking up every minute of your thoughts? Consuming your rationality?"
"Of course not, they're just little things..."
"But when that fire burns out and your house grows cold, when the wind no longer blows and the summer arrives, when you're dripping with perspiration, what do you long for? What do you rememeber?"
"Well,"
"You would think of rekindling the fireplace and a nice breeze of wind wouldn't you? But when the flame is snuffed out, there is no life fuel left to burn, you now realise how something so small could be so significant.
You will miss the breeze that only ever comes once in a lifetime, and that is not when you want it most. I am a small comfort that can change lives, I will always linger in your mind, bidding my time and keeping you warm.
But when I am gone, there is nothing more you want than for me to come back.
Such is life."
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Me: I don't like math
Also me: okay so 1,000 real-world years equals how much in Avalon time if an hour in Avalon equals a day in the real world? let's see, times 365 days in a year, and that's 365,000 hours in Avalon, divide by 24 for the number of days, and then again by 365 for the years....
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Making maps was the one small dream of his one small life. Who had the right to make fun of him for that?
Murakami, H. (2000). Norwegian Wood. Penguin Random House.
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It was that I had lost me. I was no longer the hero of my own life. Instead, I was lurking in the proverbial shadows as some goddamned minor character with only a couple of lines of dialogue here and there.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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It is important, nay, healthy and essential to take bad selfies with your friends' pets.
Corrie the Westie
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