Hattertown
Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.
Anaïs Nin (via ethereal1)
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
Always forward.

The ways in which we see societies failing their members, the ways in which humanity stumbles, have been on my mind a lot lately. It’s important to be aware of our flaws, our deficiencies, so that we can strive to be better, collectively and individually. It’s not always easy to take a hard, objective look, but it’s important to try.

Today however, I’ve also been reflecting that really, as a race we are just babies. Human beings have only been around for the blink of an eye, and we’ve already come this far. We have so much work to do, yes, but as far as the history of life is concerned, we’ve jumped from our animal roots to the stars in the blink of an eye.

It’s important to keep reaching, to keep moving forward, but it’s also important to be hopeful. It’s only through action that we grow, and despair is anathema to action.

Looking back over our history, we have every reason to expect that although there will be ups and downs, that humanity will always continue to do better, over the long reach of time. If we make it a million years, there’s no imagining what we’ll be, and humanity, or whatever we become, could be around for far longer than that - for an unimaginably long stretch of time. Now, at this early stage, we’re only in our infancy. We’re still learning to walk, to speak.

For now, this means that your inescapable contribution to humanity, whether it is a word, a smile, your job or what you teach your children, matters. Even the growth you encourage in yourself shapes the world, as you affect those you encounter. Each act is a drop in the river, yes, but the current is formed by all of us.

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HiroshigeNew Year’s Eve Foxfires at the Changing Tree, Ōji (1857) 

Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.
Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)