Starting from today I have not any major customer to work for. What to do now?
I decided to take a break, look at my last 12 months and plan the next ones. Planning will involve what is important to me, not only my professional life. I have plenty of books to read, movies to watch, documents to organize, bank accounts and investments to check, wardrobe to update and more. All the stuff You don’t have time to look after. Plus I have myself to take care: more exercise, more sleep, more walking, more caring.
Last but least: friends and relationships. I know I have to work hard on that, I lost contact with too many beloved people and I regreat that. I will try to figure out how to spend more time with the people who deserve it.
Her grandma tells him a very deep anecdote from the end of World War II, trying to escape a nazi camp:
A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me.” “He saved your life.” “I didn’t eat it.” “You didn’t eat it?” “It was pork. I wouldn’t eat pork.” “Why?” “What do you mean why?” “What, because it wasn’t kosher?” “Of course.” “But not even to save your life?” “If nothing matters, there’s nothing to save.”
In truth, however, few of us are remotely normal sexually. We are almost all haunted by guilt and neuroses, by phobias and disruptive desires, by indifference and disgust. None of us approaches sex as we are meant to, with the cheerful, sporting, non-obsessive, constant, well-adjusted outlook that we torture ourselves by believing that other people are endowed with. We are universally deviant – but only in relation to some highly distorted ideals of normality.
This book puts sex in the right perspective. Recommended reading.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
We tend to think of money as a way of stopping time: As psychologist Ernest Becker argued in his classic text The Denial of Death, our bank accounts are emotional stand-ins for survival. We accumulate money as a substitute for being able to accumulate time. The time we have left is always an unknown; the money we have left is quite certain.