may it be blissful, free and easy.
and then there’s this:
god: I own you like I own the caves.
the ocean: Not a chance. No comparison.
god: I made you. I could tame you.
the ocean: At one time, maybe. But not now.
god: I will come to you, freeze you, break you.
the ocean: I will spread myself like wings. I am a billion tiny feathers. You have no idea what’s happened to me.
– dave eggers
You Don’t Have to Be Pretty.
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.”
“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. there were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said, “It makes a difference for this one.” I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.”
― Loren Eiseley