59. We Are So Afraid Of Dying. Also: Of Living
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Happy Sunday friends,
Here’s five internet-ey things you may find interesting and/or meaningful.
And hey, drink a glass of water before you read this email.
1. This week’s ‘just trust me’
If you do just one thing from this list, make it number 11.
2. Green Fingers
“A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.”
— Greek Proverb
Why not plant an avocado tree?
3. Be Kind
100% made from recycled plastic bottles.
4. Art Appreciation
Derrick Adams paintings as meditation.
5. A Quote
“We all seem to function in the exact same way: We hurt people, and we are hurt by people. We feel left out, envious, not good enough, sick, and tired. We have unrealized dreams and deep regrets. We are certain that we were meant for more and that we don’t even deserve what we have. We feel ecstatic and then numb. We wish our parents had done better by us. We wish we could do better by our children. We betray and we are betrayed. We lie and we are lied to. We say good-bye to animals, to places, to people we cannot live without. We are so afraid of dying. Also: of living. We have fallen in love and out of love, and people have fallen in love and out of love with us. We wonder if what happened to us that night will mean we can never be touched again without fear. We live with rage bubbling. We are sweaty, bloated, gassy, oily. We love our children, we long for children, we do not want children. We are at war with our bodies, our minds, our souls. We are at war with one another. We wish we’d said all those things while they were still here. They’re still here, and we’re still not saying those things. We know we won’t. We don’t understand ourselves. We don’t understand why we hurt those we love.
We want to be forgiven. We cannot forgive.
We don’t understand God.
We believe. We absolutely do not believe.
We are lonely. We want to be left alone.
We want to belong. We want to be loved.
We want to be loved.
We want to be loved.”
- Glennon Doyle, Untamed
See you next Sunday.