Life can be reset, it seems to say; time can be separated. But that logic appears to me as unlikely as traveling to another place to become a different person. Altered sceneries are at best distractions, or else new settings for old habits. What one carries from one point to another, geographically or temporally, is one’s self. Even the most inconsistent person is consistently himself.
Somebody saw something in you once – and that is partly why you’re where you are today. Find a way to thank them.
Much of what one does–to avoid suffering, to seek happiness, to stay healthy–is to keep a safe space for one’s private language.
But loneliness is as delusive a belief in the pertinence of the world as is love: in choosing to feel lonely, as in choosing to love, one carves a space next to oneself to be filled by others—a friend, a lover, a toy poodle, a violinist on the radio.
A real dreamer must have a mutual trust with time.
If your dream is big enough, the facts don’t count.
Every place is a good place, only time goes wrong.
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Joyce Carol Oates American Novelist
- Jonathan Lethem American Novelist, Essayist
- Mark Strand American Poet, Essayist
- Richard Rorty American Philosopher
- John Irving American Novelist
- Kimberly Johnson American Poet
- Ann Patchett American Novelist
- David Sedaris American Humorist, Essayist
- Haruki Murakami Japanese Novelist
- Malcolm Gladwell Canadian Journalist, Author