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Maurice Sendak's View on Life 

"I am in love with the world. ..It is a blessing to get old. It is a blessing to find the time, to do the things, to read the books, to listen to the music. ..I cry a lot because I miss people. I cry a lot because they die and I can’t stop them. They leave me. And I love them more. ..Oh god, there are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die. But I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.

"Live your life, live your life, live your life."

When my Dad was 28, he spent $30 on business cards to advertise the opening of the archaeological research firm that he continues to run singlehandedly to this day. His business paid for my private primary schooling, french camp, biology camp, piano lessons, trumpet lessons, gynmastics and tap dance classes I totally sucked at, sweaters I hated and dresses I loved, arm casts, braces, the fees for my club soccer league, tuition at a private liberal arts college, my first through fourth cars, a semester wandering around the history and culture of western Europe, selected segments of my post-graduation malaise, and everything in between. 

Tonight I made rice with milk and raisins the same he used to, and then I designed and printed my own first round of business cards. If my therapy practice is anywhere near as successful as his business is, then I can’t wait for my own kids to explore the richness of themselves and the world the way I could growing up. 

Yosemite.

In addition to being completely awestruck and made to feel minuscule by the overwhelming beauty of nature, highlights included Becca Maxwell-induced giggle fits, wine-fueled chats about happiness in a meadow surrounded by sheer granite cliffs and waterfalls, nostalgic singalongs to  horrible songs we used to listen to in college and have promptly forgotten about, and perspective. Good ol perspective. I love California, even if I do still miss South Dakota and Wisconsin.

Some photo cred belongs to Becca Maxwell, JD

The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.

Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.

The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.

You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.

You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?

There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.

When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?

Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking?

Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.

Take walks in places you’ve never been.

Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.

Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.

One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today.

Not today.

Azra

(Source: thirlie)

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