Love is hard.
The first duty of love is to listen.
Being happy is about self feeling good.
Meaning is derived from contributing to others in a bigger way.
And a life of meaning seems to be healthier than a “happy” one.
This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
I know the world is bruised and bleeding, and though it is important not to ignore its pain, it is also critical to refuse to succumb to its malevolence. Like failure, chaos contains information that can lead to knowledge — even wisdom. Like art.
I always thought “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” was saccharine BS until I had 3 children.
If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.
The things people refuse, are the things they should use.