From Susain Cain’s Bittersweet: “Whatever pain you can’t get rid of, make it your creative offering.”
Made me think of Oscar Jaffe’s words: “The sorrows of life are the joys of art.”
Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.
Tim Kreider, I Know What You Think of Me
Past a certain point, you stop being able to go home. At this point, when you have got this far from where you were from, the thread snaps. The narrative breaks. And you are forced, pastless, motherless, selfless, to invent yourself anew.
Zen Cho, The Four Generations of Chang E
Lastly, some soft wisdom:
“I mean, ofcourse we are all suffering, and everybody knows that. I think perhaps the difference is whether your own suffering builds a wall or breaks the wall around someone else’s.”
The opposite of scarcity is not abundance; the opposite of scarcity is simply enough. Empathy is not finite, and compassion is not a pizza with eight slices. When you practice empathy and compassion with someone, there is not less of these qualities to go around. There’s more. Love is the last thing we need to ration in this world.