Random quotes
An invocation for beginnings from the YouTube video of the same name.
Let me think about the people I care about the most, and how when they fail or dissapoint me, I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself.
It is not the critic who counts, by Teddy Roosevelt April 1910. Or as delivered amazingly by Anthony Hopkins in The Worlds Fastest Indian.
It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
No feeling is final. A YouTuber called TomatoAnus commentates on game speedruns, and always has a little bit of time each video to talk about mental health.
No feeling is final, how you are feeling is not definitive, and you will not feel that way for the rest of your life. Nor are you defined by those feelings. Feelings of dread or dispear are just where you are, not who you are. There is a tomorrow, and whatever you are going through cannot take that away from you. You are so much stronger than you know or give yourself credit for.
Flo and Joan, modern mystical forest dwelling lyrical geniuses. And their song “Questions” hits you with some of lifes hardest questions.
Why are my toe nails so strong?
Why is my willpower so weak?
And from another part of the song, not life changing, but quite funny.
Why does Sambuca make me sexy?
Why does gin make me cry?
Why does vodka make me Russian?
Why does beer make me shit myself?
