Going forward...
In the space that is my lack of desire to actually write something decent, with meaning, about my life story, I've gained back my desire to read the words of others. And the desire to share them in this space.
I'm currently re-reading one of my favorite books, The History of Love by Nicole Krauss and loving the journey to and from work on the subway where my mind is empty and able to absorb her beautiful prose.
I'm also really interested in getting a few more tattoos done of my favorite quotes, poems, etc and have been spending a lot of time online looking at what others have had etched into their skin. I came upon this quote in my travels and love it so.
“I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks to much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laught and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”
- From Love me, love my fool: Thoughts from a psychoanalyst’s notebook
by Theodore Isaac Rubin
I'm currently re-reading one of my favorite books, The History of Love by Nicole Krauss and loving the journey to and from work on the subway where my mind is empty and able to absorb her beautiful prose.
I'm also really interested in getting a few more tattoos done of my favorite quotes, poems, etc and have been spending a lot of time online looking at what others have had etched into their skin. I came upon this quote in my travels and love it so.
“I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks to much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laught and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool.”
- From Love me, love my fool: Thoughts from a psychoanalyst’s notebook
by Theodore Isaac Rubin