White Girl 1 (Rebecca): “Ohmygod, Jenny! You’re back!”
Jenny (White Girl 2): “Oh my god, HI!”
Rebecca: “You look so healthy!”
Jenny: “Thanks, rehab was really good, I’m really good now.” *Goes home and deletes White Girl 1 from digital life.*
I just passed a row of bushes with a scent so lovely that the breeze carried it to me across the street. After an errand, I returned to the bushes to inhale more deeply- they smelled like lilac, the flowers my mom used to grow when I was little. Without thinking, I plucked a flower from one of the bush’s branches to keep. But I instantly felt bad.
I hurt the whole plant to keep only what I loved about it. And keep? Why did I need to keep the scent? Is it not enough to appreciate it for what it is and move on, storing the experience in my memory?
Why do humans have such a natural inclination to keep, regardless of the harm done to the keep-ee? If we love something, then how is it possible that we instinctively disregard that thing’s preferences in order to cram it into our own, preference-filled lives?
If you love it, don’t just set it free, refuse to keep it in the first place.
What we admire we do not need to own. We can admire it from afar, where it is guaranteed to be more beautiful.
What you take to keep will die and what you allow to be at peace will flourish.
“If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.”—Goethe (via moreofamore)
“Our natural state is a beautiful paradox. While going nowhere and accomplishing nothing, we are also living in a state of constant discovery and constant expression. Always being and always becoming—this is the movement of that which is eternally still.”—Adyashanti (via moreofamore)
“How does 50 Cent not know what a grapefruit is? This guy’s been rich for soo looong- he has to run into a grapefruit every now and then! I do ok- I see grapefruits every fucking day! What happens when he sees a grapefruit? Is he just like ‘Wassup with those oranges?’”—Aziz Ansari http://on.cclol.com/1ecmMvL