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Words for Teenagers

"Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons and after you’ve finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in sickness and lonely again. In other words grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you!"

Come, let us all be friends for once
Let us make life easy on us,
Let us be lovers and loved ones,
The earth shall be left to no one.

—Yunus Emre

The two most engaging powers of an author are to make new things familiar, and familiar things new.

—Samuel Johnson

The Theory of Fun

We’re just pattern recognition machines, looking to solve and conquer the patterns around us. Boredom is a result of mastery, frustration/confusion is the result of over complexity.

dharmasimulation:

“By self alone is evil done, by self alone does one suffer. By self alone is evil left undone, by self alone does one obtain salvation. Salvation and perdition depend upon self; no man can save another.”

dharmasimulation:

“By self alone is evil done, by self alone does one suffer. By self alone is evil left undone, by self alone does one obtain salvation. Salvation and perdition depend upon self; no man can save another.”

It’s called love. And it’s not an emotion. It’s a willingness. A commitment to put the needs of someone else above your own. No wonder it’s impossible to find love. No one knows what it is.

It’s called love. And it’s not an emotion. It’s a willingness. A commitment to put the needs of someone else above your own. No wonder it’s impossible to find love. No one knows what it is.

(Source: in-cinderellas-shoes, via beinginmotion)

In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.

It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.