A (half) secret place.
Author: Rebecca Toh
the world deserves witnesses.
This is why I will continue to be a photographer.
ten recent thoughts
- Be less preoccupied with figuring out what REALLY matters and spend more time just doing whatever it is you like.
- It’s entirely okay to make your art in private.
- Reminder: The current moment is an intensely interesting place to be.
- To reduce conflict in our lives, we need to fully accept the truth that other people are not meant to think the same way as we do, since we all have fundamentally different thinking systems, informed by our past experiences, upbringing, education, the things we read, etc.
- Soul > technique.
- Money-making is not and doesn’t have to be evil.
- We don’t need more well-written essays in the world. But we do need more blog posts, more journal entries, more people sharing about what’s going on in their lives, what’s making them happy or sad…
- Action precedes inspiration / motivation.
- Try doing something while genuinely NOT caring about the outcome. Can you do it?
- To be contented is to realise that you already have everything you need to be happy, and everything else is just a bonus.
why not?
Make both art and money with equal joy and panache.
vast amounts of crap that no one cares about
“I have a deep-seated distrust and even contempt for people who are driven by ambition to conquer the world … those who cannot control themselves and produce vast amounts of crap that no one cares about. I find it unattractive. I like the Zen artists: they’d do some work, and then they’d stop for a while.”
– Saul Leiter
do not stand at my grave and weep
Poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
“Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.”
Obsidian
So beautiful…
The substance of things
All my life I have had the habit of liking the idea of things and not the thing itself. Only in recent years am I learning to like something for the thing itself. That means, instead of liking the idea of swimming or the idea of learning French, I am actually swimming and learning French.
It’s nice being in the thick of the action, getting lost and stuck in the substance of things. And what’s nice too, in a perverse way, is all of that other stuff – the challenging, boring, difficult bits, the bits that make you wanna pull your hair out.
Because learning French is pull-your-hair-out hard. It’s really tempting to give it up and go back to liking the idea of learning French and not learning French. But the whole thing is also strangely fun. And I swear it’s the difficult and boring and challenging bits that make it fun.
That’s life for you. I could never understand it. But I’m always excited to be on the ride.
dance dance dance
Went to a jazz club in Chicago and there was this grandma nobody wanted to dance with. She wore these shoes with lights and wanted so much to dance with someone. You could see it in her eyes. Once in awhile she’d get up and jiggle, but soon she would sit down again, as if remembering something.
How to change
A well-written, persuasive piece about how to change. Always a good reminder.
We must always believe that we can change.