30 November 2012

In which I find what I love and let it kill me

There's always some guy in the background with a big orange head and a ridiculous smile stealing focus.

So here I am, back again after a break, trying to prod myself back into this whole writing thing. I have only random bits of other people's wisdom to share lately. Like this…2 different quotes on the same subject. The day and my mood dictate which quote wins…
"Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray." ~Rumi
and then there's
"Find what you love and let it kill you. " ~Charles Bukowski
Not that being killed by what you love is necessarily in conflict with not being led astray. Who knows? Some guy who died and came back to life after spending 2 weeks in heaven, having been flown there on butterfly wings with an anglo, elf-like angel as a tour guide will certainly tell you dying is not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe these 2 quotes are exactly alike and made for each other.

Anyway, sometimes I do feel like Jack is killing me so I guess I'm on the right track. Today he's killing me with cuteness. Speaking of that, nature is very clever - making infants resemble little old bald versions of their fathers upon entry so that the fathers don't eat them. And then maintaining a high level of cute and cuddly for at least 4 if not 5 years so that mothers do not eat them.

Wrinkly, bald old man:

Cute almost 4 year old, still alive and not eaten:

Why yes, I did just discover instagram. I'm still behind though, twitter is WAY beyond my comprehension still, might always be in fact.

1 comment:

  1. Almost 4, your reward is nearly within reach.... for not eating him, you will be rewarded with a real boy. They even start using Actual Words to communicate. I was totally freaked out by this at first.