I walk into a white room.
The book: The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp
Life looks really good on you.
Yeah, the way you wear it, the way you own it. Life is there for anyone to browse, to try on. It’s a bit too luxurious for some, it’s out of reach for others; some discard it, others have forgotten about it.
But you, somehow you’ve found it, or it’s found you, and my friend, life looks really good on you.
I feel as if I keep having the same conversations over and over again with different people. The 2nd year is always better. We feel good about life. We love the people we meet: people whom are all thinking about catalyzing change. We know what we want from the city. Do we have it all figured out? Do we know what we want to be when we grow up? Are we all confident in our abilities? Do we feel connected to people at all times? The answer is a resounding “hell, no.” The uncertainty is certainly certain. However, within that uncertainty lies a clear direction.
“It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order – and yet, deep inside the chaos lurks an even eerier type of order.”
― Douglas R. Hofstadter
And underneath it all, underneath the facades, I find that the “world is refreshingly human.” ‘Cause, hey, friend, you there. Yes, you. Life looks really good on you.
Here’s a thought. What do you think about this:
So how might we do that?
Memory Moment Thirty Seven.
Next week: Howard’s End by E.M. Forster