Of course, some things are doomed from the start.
Enough is enough! There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.** So, child, what are you going to do? You can weep all day long, or you can promise yourself that this time you’re going to be good to yourself.
Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them — if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.*** Also, remember, you have the best parents in the entire universe!
‘We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.’
Aldous Huxley – The doors of perception
‘This universe is not much talked about, and it’s true that there’s not much to say about it; no new forms of behaviour is experimented with in it, it can’t provide any valuable fodder for colour supplements, in short it is a little-known world, and it gains nothing from being so.
I felt an emotion that, although still obscure, distant and veiled, resembled hope.’
The possibility of an island – Michel Houellebecq
“Keep growing quietly and seriously throughout your whole development; you cannot disturb it more rudely than by looking outward and expecting from outside replies to questions that only your inmost feeling in your most hushed hour can perhaps answer.” (Rainer Maria Rilke)