Words of Wisdom I Picked Up
Jun. 18th, 2010 07:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dezaThe thing you think is the worst thing imaginable can be endured and occasionally even enjoyed.
Losing things makes you fiercely love what you still have.
Plans don’t always work out perfectly. Big fucking deal.
If you read all the titles of all the self-help books and treat them as a kind of list of rules, you don’t have to waste your time on reading the whole book – Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff – nuff said! Bad Things Happen to Good People – no shit, Sherlock.
Show up to your own life. Disable the auto-pilot and live this bitch.
It’s more fun to write about snogging British men than it is to actually do it.
Even if it hurts to laugh, even if it makes you stop breathing, it is the best thing to do. Laugh every day.
Have as much sex as you can. I am as serious as a heart attack.
When you are facing death you won’t give a shit about the shit you have. You will yearn to hear your kid laugh one more time, for an old lover to hold you and for your friends and family to be near. You’ll remember wet sand between your toes, the smell of fall leaves burning, the feeling of holding a warm cup between your hands and soft lips touching yours.
When you have a fatal, debilitating illness, people will listen to anything you say so you can pontificate until their eyes all roll into the backs of their heads. It’s awesome.
People always ask me “is there anything I can do for you?” Well, I am very well taken care of but there are two things:
1) Set aside time to live like you are going to die and then love the fuck out of your life and the people in it.
2) When you see someone in a wheelchair, don’t treat us like we just won a medal in the Special Olympics. When you patronize us, we silently judge you.
Directly stolen from http://www.carlamuses.blogspot.com
Losing things makes you fiercely love what you still have.
Plans don’t always work out perfectly. Big fucking deal.
If you read all the titles of all the self-help books and treat them as a kind of list of rules, you don’t have to waste your time on reading the whole book – Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff – nuff said! Bad Things Happen to Good People – no shit, Sherlock.
Show up to your own life. Disable the auto-pilot and live this bitch.
It’s more fun to write about snogging British men than it is to actually do it.
Even if it hurts to laugh, even if it makes you stop breathing, it is the best thing to do. Laugh every day.
Have as much sex as you can. I am as serious as a heart attack.
When you are facing death you won’t give a shit about the shit you have. You will yearn to hear your kid laugh one more time, for an old lover to hold you and for your friends and family to be near. You’ll remember wet sand between your toes, the smell of fall leaves burning, the feeling of holding a warm cup between your hands and soft lips touching yours.
When you have a fatal, debilitating illness, people will listen to anything you say so you can pontificate until their eyes all roll into the backs of their heads. It’s awesome.
People always ask me “is there anything I can do for you?” Well, I am very well taken care of but there are two things:
1) Set aside time to live like you are going to die and then love the fuck out of your life and the people in it.
2) When you see someone in a wheelchair, don’t treat us like we just won a medal in the Special Olympics. When you patronize us, we silently judge you.
Directly stolen from http://www.carlamuses.blogspot.com
