MIND: Duality

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me.
But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield;
it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time
if we’re doing the right thing.
Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

The Witch of Portobello // Paulo Coelho

MIND: Wasteful

In this way, we end up spending (as Thoreau put it) “the best part of one’s life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it.”

We’d love to drop all and explore the world outside, we tell ourselves, but the time never seems right. Thus, given an unlimited amount of choices, we make none. Settling into our lives, we get so obsessed with holding on to our domestic certainties that we forget why we desired them in the first place.

Vagabonding // Rolf Potts