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31 Magic Quotes to Summon Your Creative Genius. 
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31 Magic Quotes to Summon Your Creative Genius. 

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INSTRUCTIONS FOR A BAD DAY

"There will be bad days. Be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm slowly now. Let go. Be confident. Know that now is only a moment, and that if today is as bad as it gets, understand that by tomorrow, today will have ended. Be gracious. Accept each extended hand offered, to pull you back from the somewhere you cannot escape.

Be diligent. Scrape the gray sky clean. Realize every dark cloud is a smoke screen meant to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not - the sun and moon are still there and always there is light. Be forthright. Despite your instinct to say “it’s alright, I’m okay” - be honest. Say how you feel without fear or guilt, without remorse or complexity.

Be lucid in your explanation, be sterling in your oppose. If you think for one second no one knows what you’ve been going through; be accepting of the fact that you are wrong, that the long drawn and heavy breaths of despair have at times been felt by everyone - that pain is part of the human condition and that alone makes you a legion.”

{Video: Jon Goodgion. Audio: spoken word poem “Instructions For a Bad Day” by Shane Koyczan.}

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There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away, the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.

Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again.

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

Neil Gaiman

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100 Years of East London Fashion in 100 Seconds.

Sept 13th 1911 - Sept 13th 2011.

I’m lost by life. I don’t know anything about life. If I make a movie, I don’t even understand why I’m making the movie. I just know that there’s something there. Later on, we all get to know what it’s about through the opinions of others. If you make a film, it might as well be as important as be nonsense. You can’t go for ten cents and expect to come up with a million. You have to go for everything. Whether you fail or don’t fail, you have to go for what will make us better when we’re finished. I like to work with friends and for friends on something that might help somebody. Something with humour, sadness; simple things.

The artist really is a magical figure whom we would all like to be like and don’t have the courage to be, because we don’t have the strength to be obsessive. Film is an art, a beautiful art. It’s a madness that overcomes all of us. We’re in love with it. Money is really not that important to us. We can work thirty-six, forty-eight hours straight and feel elated at the end of that time. I think film is magic! With the tools we have at hand, we really try to convert people’s lives! The idea of making a film is to package a lifetime of emotion and ideas into a two-hour capsule form, two hours where some images flash across the screen and in that two hours the hope is that the audience will forget everything and that celluloid will change lives. Now that’s insane, that’s a preposterously presumptuous assumption, and yet that’s the hope.

—John Cassavetes (via bbook)

(Source: herewithmyabsentfriend, via bbook)

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

keta /KAY-tah/
n. an image that inexplicably leaps back into your mind from the distant past.

From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Written, edited, and narrated by John Koenig. 

sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

This is the true joy in life — being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one… being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake.

Life is no ‘brief candle’ to me. It is sort of a splendid torch which I have a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it over to future generations.

We write, in spite and because of our smaller, powerless selves, our busyness, our unbelievers and detractors, our brokenness, distractions and self-doubt. And because the beauty of this agonizing world demands to be reported, pointed out, whispered out loud, over the rooftops. We write simply because we can’t help it. It’s a little bit like love. It’s not something you plan because it’s ‘good for you.’ It’s something you fall into because you’re made from the same material. So falling is your inevitable way of returning home.

I’d like to get up once a week with no other agenda than laziness in bed, no time, no musts or shoulds or have tos. Eat breakfast for dinner, juice for lunch, and talk to trees, and cry, walk backwards, love my solitude, and understand my doing by undoing…I’d like to be art, not make it, be home, not build it, be life, not live it. Become the outer layer of my own aliveness. Be the director of my movie, not a tired actor on someone else’s screen.

"To sit with life and have a drink and ask her things and hear your own heart (usually ignored) echo your larger-than-life answers in your chest? 
To realize that you’re rich solely because you have a universe inside you, that you can reach at any given moment – a world that will shrink and expand on your command? 
Yes. That.”
— From 30 Questions to Ask Yourself Before You Die.

"To sit with life and have a drink and ask her things and hear your own heart (usually ignored) echo your larger-than-life answers in your chest?

To realize that you’re rich solely because you have a universe inside you, that you can reach at any given moment – a world that will shrink and expand on your command?

Yes. That.”

— From 30 Questions to Ask Yourself Before You Die.

If it is true that love must be lived in order to be understood, it is also true that it must be learned, in order to be truly lived. Anything worth our while, is worth at least our wisdom. But by the time our wisdom kicks in, we’ll be too old to burn, so why not learn while we’re still on fire?


There is a multitude of bright minds and big hearts who’ve tasted love before us and whom we can safely adopt as our mentors—you can always choose dead masters if you don’t trust the living.


Love is the most democratic feeling. We all have a say and every sigh adds up. It’s the old, universal language everyone speaks, no matter their dialect or accent.


So hear me out, you Loving Human: Let’s co-create a Love Manual that contains all our collected love wisdom, so we can pass it on to future generations saying: Here child, add this to your beating heart.


Who knows, maybe it will prevent some tears or some wars, fight some crime or some loneliness, add some extra honey to their boiling tea, remind them (and ourselves) the lessons we were all born knowing.

I don’t have time for the stars to align (and neither do you). It’s later than we think. And those rocks are a million years late for everything. So spare us your galactic flashlights, Universe, here on earth we’re used to seeing in the dark. Our life is ours and nobody else’s. And here’s one irrevocable truth about Life: It’s passing through our fingers. Every step is a second chance to make it or break it. Whatever has been written about and for you by others is not valid. It doesn’t — it shouldn’t — exist. You can safely delete any story that doesn’t belong to you and ask your so-called-Destiny to get her dirty hands off your soul.

Life is not a gift. 
In order to receive a gift, there must be a subject first. If there is no “I” before the gift, there can be no gift. 
It’s more like a condition you’re imagined into. Yes, you’re a dream come true. A dream of many dreams before you. 
And once you’re here, the indomitable, creative will to carry yourself out to completion. 
So I can’t be grateful for the mere fact of being alive. I haven’t asked for it. Nobody checked with me before putting me into the world. Absurd gratefulness for life is as meaningless as wishing to be dead. You can’t want what you don’t know. 
But I can be grateful for my awareness. This, I can cultivate daily. Over this, I do have a say, since I can still be a subject — with or without it. This - not life - is the choice.
This is the real gift of life: to be aware of your aliveness.

Life is not a gift. 

In order to receive a gift, there must be a subject first. If there is no “I” before the gift, there can be no gift. 

It’s more like a condition you’re imagined into. Yes, you’re a dream come true. A dream of many dreams before you. 

And once you’re here, the indomitable, creative will to carry yourself out to completion. 

So I can’t be grateful for the mere fact of being alive. I haven’t asked for it. Nobody checked with me before putting me into the world. Absurd gratefulness for life is as meaningless as wishing to be dead. You can’t want what you don’t know. 

But I can be grateful for my awareness. This, I can cultivate daily. Over this, I do have a say, since I can still be a subject — with or without it. This - not life - is the choice.

This is the real gift of life: to be aware of your aliveness.