We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Contributed by: Zaady
The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?
Do not despair of life. Think of the fox, prowling in a winter night to satisfy his hunger. His race survives; I do not believe any of them ever committed suicide.
Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round your life, as a dog does his master's chaise. Do what you love. Know your own bone, gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
We live thick and are in each other's way, and stumble over one another, and I think we thus lose some respect for one another.
To watch this crystal globe just sent from heaven to associate with me. While these clouds and this somber drizzling weather shut all in, we two draw nearer and know one another.
Decay and disease are often beautiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption.
So thouroughly and sincerely are we compelled to reverencing our lives and denying the possibility of change. 'This is the only way' we say, but there are so many ways, as there can be drawn radii from the center.
Do not despair of your life. You have force enough to overcome your obstacles.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him keep step to the music he hears, however measured and far away.
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