I work a lot and live far less than I could, but the moon is beautiful and there are blue stars . . . . I live the chaste song of my heart.
Notes from the Golden Orange
EppsNet Archive: Life
I’m just doing what I wanted to and what feels right and not settling for bullshit and it worked. How can they be mad at that?
We can regard our life as a uselessly disturbing episode in the blissful repose of nothingness. — Schopenhauer
Regarding Brittany Maynard:
Suicide is not a good thing. It is a bad thing because it is saying no to life and to everything it means with respect to our mission in the world and toward those around us.
Huh? If you said the Monsignor, you are correct . . .
You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discovered it happened 100 years ago to Dostoevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important. Art would not be important if life were not important, and life is important.
I decided to get off meds for a while . . .
Things That Are the Same
- I start every morning thinking about how great it would be to just stay in bed the rest of the day. Repeatedly hitting the snooze alarm — does life get any better than that?
- I live in fear of negative judgment.
- I dread being around other people. (May be just a restatement of #2).
Things That Are Different
- I don’t feel like I’m in as much of a fog all the time.
- I feel sadder, angrier, happier, more scared, more alive for better or worse.
“You should live every minute of your life as though it’s your last.”
“You’d spend the last minute of your life giving other people dopey advice?”
If I had to single out one piece of advice that’s guided me through life, most likely it would be from my grandmother, Nellie Molonson. She always made a point of making sure I understood that on the road to success, there’s no point in blaming others when you fail.
Here’s how she put it: “Sonny, I don’t care who you are. Some day you’re going to have to sit on your own bottom.” After more than half a century in the energy business, her advice has proven itself to be spot-on time and time again. My failures? I never have any doubt whom they can be traced back to. My successes? Most likely the same guy.
A leaf flattened itself against the window beside his head and leaped away into the darkness, and a feeling of profound despair came over him because everything he had done was useless. All that he believed in and had attempted to prove seemed meager, all of his life was wasted.
I believe what I believe, and I have not yet believed a single thing only because it was believed by others, nor do I intend to. I can be grateful for this, at least: that I have kept myself. I have not once dressed up in a costume. There may be stronger consolations, but not many. Be that as it may, I cannot live differently than I do. Whatever the reasons for this, good or bad, they exist. Evidently that is enough. So, early tomorrow, I must get up again to do what I have done today. I will get up early to do this, and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, and there is nothing to discuss.
As you get older and the color fades out of your hair and your face and your life, you need to compensate with more colorful attire. In case you’re wondering about the pink shirt . . .
You know, the future’s a huge, gigantic place. I have no idea what’s going on out there, I’m just going to walk into it and see what happens. — Neil Young
When the truth is found . . . to be lies. And all the hope . . . within you dies. What then?
Life is bleak. If you try to lead a good life, bad things happen. If you yield to temptation, worse things happen. Religion offers no more wisdom, insight or consolation than a Jefferson Airplane song.
P.S. I know the lyric should be “joy” and not “hope” but in the movie the rabbi says “hope.”
Larry Gopnik, a Midwestern physics teacher, watches his life unravel over multiple sudden incidents. Though seeking meaning and answers amidst his turmoils, he seems to keep sinking.
IMDb rating: 7.0 (91,174 votes)
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. — Jack Kerouac
I relinquish my plan. I act in the moment to offer what is needed . . .
Do we try to make our life exciting so it looks good for our friends or do we really get to live our life?
Socrates has said that the unexamined life is not worth living. He neglects to add, however, that the examined life is no picnic either.
When you are young, your potential is infinite. You might do anything, really. You might be Einstein. You might be DiMaggio. Then you get to an age where what you might be gives way to what you have been. You weren’t Einstein. You weren’t anything.
That’s a bad moment.
Chuck Barris was way ahead of his time in recognizing how many Americans are willing to make an ass of themselves on television.
The tone of the movie is inconsistent — is it a comedy? a thriller? a tragedy? — but it’s entertaining.
An adaptation of the cult memoir of game show impresario Chuck Barris, in which he purports to have been a CIA hitman.
IMDb rating: 7.1 (66,558 votes)
“Have a great rest of your night,” the waiter says. “And a great Sunday.”
What about Monday? What about the rest of my life? Pretty limited success you’re wishing me here . . .