“Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship—be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles—is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”
David Foster Wallace, This Is Water: Some Thoughts, Delivered on a Significant Occasion, about Living a Compassionate Life
November is not just a month.
November is when everything starts to fade; when ghosts are not just costumes, but the shadows around us; when it’s not december yet, not Christmas, fairy lights and snowflakes yet, but it’s not october anymore, not pumpkins, runs through maize fields, bright colored leaves anymore.
November is a limbo, not bright enough but not muffled enough.
How funny that I was born in the middle of this limbo.
The size of your forehead, the shape of your nose, the way your body looks, all that pales in comparison to the complexity of your soul, the butterfly effect your smile brings, and the way your presence makes the earth feel a little more like home.
Some women are pleased with flowers that will sooner or later wither away. While some others prefer poetry that strikes like thunder, those lines reverberating within their souls endlessly, as though they’re permanently stamped there…
The size of your forehead, the shape of your nose, the way your body looks, all that pales in comparison to the complexity of your soul, the butterfly effect your smile brings, and the way your presence makes the earth feel a little more like home.
I'm convinced that when something is meant for you, you'll never have to question whether it is what you want, you won't feel anxious and wonder whether it is going to make you happy in the long run. When something is meant to be, it will happen in harmony with you.
We're all alive in the same era, we might plan our day in the same timezone, listen to the same music, write the same exams but none of us are on the same journey as another. We experience life in a way that is unique to our perception, each moment is different to every person.