Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Sylvia Plath, Blackberrying

And after the commanded journey, what? Nothing magnificent, nothing unknown. A gazing out from far away, alone. And it is not particular at all, Just old truth dawning: there is no next-time-round. Unroofed scope. Knowledge-freshening wind. Seamus Heaney

What if we stopped celebrating being busy as a measurement of importance? What if instead we celebrated how much time we had spent listening, pondering, meditating, and enjoying time with the most important people in our lives? Essentialism – Greg McKeown

Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to this moment which will tell if he is to die at that man’s hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man’s worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its… Read More

The biggest lie we keep telling ourselves is that we have time. It’s the one thing we don’t have. With each breath, we get closer to the end. We don’t know how it will happen, but it will. Stop procrastinating. The clock is ticking.

“Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.” ― Edwin Way Teale