These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower, there is no more; in the leafless root, there is no less. Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike. There is no time to it. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.
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What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
In being, one must know, or be aware of, when one is not being.
Why Is There Something, Why Not Rather Nothing?
All my life I have been contemplating a question of Heidegger’s that has always struck me as strangely profound: why is there something, why not rather nothing?
Have you ever thought about that? We take our life, we take life, we take existence, for granted. We take it as a given, and then we complain that it isn’t working out as we wanted it to. But why should we be here in the first place? Why should we exist at all? Why should anything exist at all? Really there’s no reason for it. Why not nothing rather than something? Nothing would be simpler.
Too much sanity may be madness, and the maddest of all: to see life as it is and not as it should be.
Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.
I don’t know Who—or what—put the question, I don’t know when it was put. I don’t even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to Someone—or Something—and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, had a goal.
Rivers know this: there is no hurry.
We shall get there some day.
Walk around feeling like a leaf
Know you could tumble any second
Then decide what to do with your time
Advice from a Tree
Stand tall and proud.
Sink your roots deep into the earth.
Be content with your natural beauty.
Go out on a limb.
Drink plenty of water.
Remember your roots.
And enjoy the view.
Everything in life is speaking in spite of it’s apparent silence.
I love, therefore I am.