“I had an idea of myself as someone free and unencumbered, and virtuous for being so. Of course, one cannot live like this— I can’t, anyway. And in fact, I find that all the best things in my life have come about precisely through the things that hold me in place: family, work, routine, everything that contradicts my old idea of the good life. For years I lived mostly out of a backpack, traveling light and living cheap, often bestowing my mendicant presence on my brother, Geoffrey, and his wife, Priscilla, on my patient friends. But, you know, it seems as time goes on that the deepest good for me as man and writer is to be found in ordinary life. It’s the gravity of daily obligations and habit, the connections you have to your friends and your work, your family, your place— even the compromises that are required of you to get through this life. The compromises don’t diminish us, they humanize us—it’s the people who won’t, or who think they don’t, who end up monsters in this world. I’m not talking about dishonesty, I’m talking about having some give, sometimes letting go of things that you aren’t inclined to let go of, that you may even have attached the name of principle to, to justify your fear of bending.”—Tobias Wolff
“Maybe we remember the few occasions in our life in which we were able to show someone we love our real self: not only our great successes but also our weaknesses and pains, not only our radiant face but also our dark shadow. It takes a lot of courage, but it just might open a new horizon, a new way of living. It is this breaking through the closed circle, often described as a conversion experience, which may come suddenly and unexpectedly or slowly and gradually. People might call us a crazy idealist, an unrealistic dreamer, a first class romanticist, but it does not touch us very deeply because we know with a new form of certainty which we had never experienced before that peace, forgiveness, justice, and inner freedom are more than mere words. Conversion is the discovery of the possibility of love.”—Henri Nouwen, Intimacy (via exceptionallyread)
“the sirens sounding,
the city dark,
and every word that rises from the ground is lost
among the stars.
I know that grace is hard and our patience slow.
when our hearts grow dark, when we lose our hope,
I will drive out and find you over miles of empty road to bring you home.”—"Bring You Home," Peter Bradley Adams
“give me one thing that you love girl that makes you cry and I’ll do everything in my power to make it subside. you know I’ll be there for you, you know I’ll try. and when I am drifting from your love babe, you’ll be my inward tide.”—"Inward Tide," Green River Ordinance
“when the music fades, all is stripped away and I simply come. I’m longing just to bring something that’s of worth that will bless Your heart. I’ll bring You more than a song, for a song in itself is not what You have required, You search much deeper within.”—
“Choices are anxiety provoking for a couple of reasons. First, we never make simply individual choices; it’s not simply us as individuals outside of society making choices, but quite often we choose what other people are choosing or we are obsessed with how others will regard us in regards to our choice. Choice is a very social matter. Second, we try to make an ideal choice, which is why people are constantly switching telephone providers or going from one partner to another and always feel dissatisfied. The third most important thing is that choice always involves a loss. When I choose one direction in life I lose the possibility of another, and dealing with loss is a highly anxiety provoking thing today. And of course a loss we have to face where we have no choice is with death, but even with death we try to mastermind it, prolong it, find ways to control it.”—RSA Animate-Choice, Professor Renata Salecl
“when my blood runs warm with an old red wine, I miss the life that I left behind, but when I hear the sound of the blackbirds cry I know I left in the nick of time. this road I’m on is going to turn to sand and leave me lost in a far off land, so let me ride the wind til I don’t look back…forget the life that I almost had. if I wander til I die, may I know who’s hand I’m in.”—"the longer I run" Peter Bradley Adams