Life requires of you one million metric tons of patience: one hundred square acres of humility; sixty two million gigabytes of compassion and endless access to a capacity to let go of offense and forgive. All of this will be required of you, except in the case of untimely death.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
becoming scattered with too many interests and worries and endeavors and making little progress at any of them. And wanting, I suspect, to be scattered. Unfocused. Amorphous for a while.
