Life is playfulness, fun, because the whole existence is a tremendous circus. It is all fun–all the colors of the flowers, so many beautiful animals, birds, clouds, and for no purpose; they don’t serve any purpose. There is no goal to life. Life is a play unto itself. It is sheer abundance of energy, overflowing energy – existence goes on expanding.
The universe is wider than our views of it.
~Henry David Thoreau
I like walking because it is slow, and I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour. If this is so, then modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought or thoughtfulness.
~ Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking
If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories are not finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.
~ Jamie Tworkowski
Would the valleys were your streets and the green paths your alleys,
that you might seek one another through vineyards,
and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.
~ Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave — and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.
~ Alice Childress, U.S. playwright, actress, director