I believe that through work we can achieve serenity. Not as a means to an end but an end in and of itself. Do work with detachment to the outcome.
I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.
I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.
I could listen to this all day.
I always view myself as a dilettante. Progress is slow. I cannot move on.
In battle, in the forest, at the precipice in the mountains,
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
Anyone who cannot cope with mathematics is not fully human. At best, he is a tolerable subhuman who has learned to wear his shoes, bathe, and not make messes in the house.
Robert A. Heinlein
My admiration for Oppie has rekindled my love for poetry which I lost when I became too literal minded and a staunch materialist.
I have had the same thought regularly. I believe how I perceive myself is very different from the way others perceive me, but does that even count for anything? Wouldn’t an outside perspective have a better grasp on who I am than my own biased one?
If nobody knows who you really are, is that really you?
I do not think very highly of myself. I don’t start conversations because I am afraid of sounding dumb. I do not give my all in my endeavors because I fear someone will be better than me. It gives me an excuse. I do not let anybody know what things I like or what things I know. I do not let them know my passions. I guess nobody really knows me. I guess I don’t really know myself. Isn’t who you are relative? I mean, if nobody knows who you really are, is that really you?
"Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?"
I found this terribly appropriate during lunch today.