I lie
dismantled.
I feel the hours.
Do they veer to dusk?
Or dawn?
~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You
Credits: Poem Source: metaphorformetaphor. Image: Nini Poppins
I can't sleep…
I lie
dismantled.
I feel the hours.
Do they veer to dusk?
Or dawn?
~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You
Credits: Poem Source: metaphorformetaphor. Image: Nini Poppins
When we choose Should, we’re choosing to live our life for someone or something other than ourselves. The journey to Should can be smooth, the rewards can seem clear, and the options are often plentiful.
Must is different. Must is who we are, what we believe, and what we do when we are alone with our truest, most authentic self. It’s that which calls to us most deeply. It’s our convictions, our passions, our deepest held urges and desires — unavoidable, undeniable, and inexplicable. Unlike Should, Must doesn’t accept compromises.
Must is when we stop conforming to other people’s ideals and start connecting to our own — and this allows us to cultivate our full potential as individuals. To choose Must is to say yes to hard work and constant effort, to say yes to a journey without a road map or guarantees, and in so doing, to say yes to what Joseph Campbell called “the experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
Choosing Must is the greatest thing we can do with our lives.
~ Elle Luna, The Crossroads of Should and Must: Find and Follow Your Passion
Source: Brain Pickings, The Crossroads of Should and Must
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness…”
– James Joyce, Ulysses
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