This is an excerpt of a letter recently sent to me from a French college student.
'Me, I'm start to prepare my exam and I don't know what to do next year for my studies but I know that I have so many dreams for my future.'
The following was my reply with some embelishments.
The most useful thing that I have learned not to do is to not 'sit on the fence'... to not spend extraordinary energy and time drowning in 'the soup of indecision'. This is a waste of breath and what was once hearty, good soup. Make a choice. In fact, pick the option you feel is the hardest, the most challenging. People will become inspired and love you for this. The likelihood that they demonstrate it is even greater. More importantly, however, you will love yourself even more. We don't need to worry that our decisions are the right ones, the best ones, the perfect ones. All circumstances change. All desires change. Modulation and modification are the means of the magnificent mind. And this is why life is imperfect, beautiful, always and forever good. As long as you are curious and take action, with good intention for yourself and others, never can you fail, lose or miss out. Living is similar to when someone aims an arrow at a target. After pulling back on the shaft and releasing, she or he can usually count on some aspect of the measure not going as envisioned. Perhaps the arrow misses by a lot or just a little, either way the sensation of surprise overcomes the ego, at which point the imagination is unleashed and lanced back-up into the sky of potentiality- territory of happiness and all origins. And, just to keep us even more alert and grateful, in the bizarre and rare case, things do seem to go 'perfectly'- perfect for the sake of imperfection.
The Desperate Resort to Desperate Measures
To all those who reached out to me after yesterday's saddening event in Paris. Thank you thank you. It is comforting to know that people care.
Yesterday’s events were shocking and distressing to all, Parisians especially of course. At the time, I was not far away in the Marais. Still, in the safety of where I was staying.
Freedom of speech, of expression, is a complicated subject. Perhaps I don’t see the matter so clear-cut 'black and white' as most do. There is enormous moral responsibility and compassion that should be exercised with this important and powerful right. One that is integral to the evolution of all humankind.
What comes to mind...
'The pen is mightier than the sword', coined by Edward Bulwer-Lytton for his play Richelieu; Or the Conspiracy, 1839:
True, This! -
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold
The arch-enchanters wand! - itself a nothing! -
But taking sorcery from the master-hand
To paralyse the Caesars, and to strike
The loud earth breathless! - Take away the sword -
States can be saved without it!
May all beings live in peac e~
Crisscrossing from all corners and street cafes
The maddening blue and din of chaos
In despair the clouds descend like compromised balloons
Crushing our hope-filled memories and lungs
With the stone cold breath of desperation
The gray presses deeper and deeper
Onto the pupils of our paranoid eyes and stained souls
Etching the unimaginable into the unforgettable
Erasing for this moment the bliss and beauty of Paris
No more sirens please
Stop these lights from spinning