The life that I could still live, I should live, and the thoughts that I could still think, I should think. — C. G. Jung, The Red Book
Life is a brief flash and soon gone. Live while we may, make the most of this time, for soon we fade away. Life reminds us of this now and then. Today, again. We must make good use of our brief time.
Live.
“To me marketing is about values. This is a very complicated world. It’s a very noisy world. And we’re not going to get a chance to get people to remember much about us—no company is. And so we have to be really clear on what we want them to know about us… But even a…
“The problem with most people, he felt, is that they build artificial walls around subjects and ideas. The real thinker sees the connections, grasps the essence of the life force operating in every individual instance. Why should any individual stop at poetry, or find art unrelated to science, or narrow his or her intellectual interests?…
“C’est une prévoyance très nécessaire de sentir qu’on ne peut tout prévoir.”(“It is a very necessary forethought to feel that you cannot foresee everything.”) – Jean-Jacques Rousseau Prévoyance. The word tantalizes me, capturing my imagination, tauntingly just out of reach. It’s a French word, essentially translating basically to “foreseeability”. Prévoyance is powerful when applied to…
“It is a fault to wish to be understood before we have made ourselves clear to ourselves.” — Simone Weil The quote above is making the rounds on Twitter again, stirred up first by Maria Popova and recently by Tim Ferriss. When the student is ready the teacher will appear, it is said, and whatever…
“One of the virtues of mortality, if one wishes to look for such a virtue, is the reminder that choices really do matter and that the issue of permission to make those choices is now critical and necessary. It may well lead one to realize that a life managed by fear is a life unlived….
“It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are.” — Henry David Thoreau Sitting outside, listening to birdsong in the magic hour before the world shook the cobwebs off, I watched a couple of large birds fluttering tree-to-tree. I wondered at them, thinking perhaps pileated woodpeckers…