I am reading Roman Krznaric’s book, WONDERBOX, and this is basically what he says in his chapter on love. He goes on about how the Greeks were so much better at loving than we are today, but I think they were just better at labelling. I am a lover. And this is what I mean by it. These loves are alive and we know them. And just as if you’d only eat one thing you’d be deprived of other essential nutrients it’s good to not be too heavily in love with just one type of loving. Broaden your palette. See where you’re deficient. And, for the love of God, please don’t burden any one person by expecting them to fulfill all your love needs!!!
Monthly Archives: December 2013
unfinished: thought on direction
I just tried to put my mind back into my nine year old self. I was just looking at an old photo of me where I had to be around that age, wearing a Transformers shirt with a bubbled-out plastic picture of Optimus Prime. I am holding an indistinguishable piece of paper and I’ve look full of mischief. The silver Honda Civic I would learn to drive in is waiting in the background to deliver me many powerful memories that would lead to adulthood. This person in the photo is ME about twenty six years ago! I can see how I saw the world then, my concerns, thoughts. But the view is a bit of the tunnel view as if I’d try putting on that Transformers shirt now, only getting it around my head. The loudest thing I see, though, is hope. I was always hopeful.
Digitising
Some photos I stole from my dad.
