I think that in many ways “talent” is an adolescent idea that we unknowingly carry with us into adulthood, failing to question its worth or validity ever again.
On Suffering, Meaning, and the Path to Paradise I often wonder how I should begin when writing to a stranger. So much of what makes our lived experience so deep is in the stories that we carry with us, whether our own or that of others. And so much of what makes conversation so meaningful...
And I think it's something we must contend with...that at the center of our most cherished insistences, lies a spirit that we may barter with, but bear no hope of ever owning.
We forgive the naïvety of our youth. For they forgive all of the things we are instead.
It’s not the things we do that we live to regret, but rather the things that we never did. A mistake can be forgiven, but life un-lived is not so easily forgotten.