I thought the secret of life was obvious: be here now, love as if your whole life depended on it, find your life’s work, and try to get hold of a giant panda.
Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: You don’t give up.
You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
At some point you pardon the people in your family for being stuck together in all their weirdness, and when you can do that, you can learn to pardon everyone.
And then learn to be more compassionate
company, as if you were somebody you are
fond of and wish to encourage. I doubt that you
would read a close friend’s early efforts and, in
his or her presence, roll your eyes and snicker-editorial note-hmmmmmmm-i hope i wouldn’t 🙂