The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much social life is exhausting one is wearing a mask.
The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much social life is exhausting one is wearing a mask.
Total freedom is never what one imagines and, in fact, hardly exists. It comes as a shock in life to learn that we usually only exchange one set of restrictions for another. The second set, however, is self-chosen, and therefore easier to accept.
One can never pay in gratitude: one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.
Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.
We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity in freedom.
I understand why the saints were rarely married women. It has primarily to do with distractions . . . Woman's normal occupations run counter to creative life, or contemplative life or saintly life.
For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the serenity of the winged life, of ebb and flow, of intermittency.
The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories