“Meanwhile, in this blink of existence bookended by nothingness, we busy ourselves with survival and with searching for beauty, for truth, for assurance between the bookends. The feeling of that search is what we call meaning; the people who light our torches to help us see better, who transmit our discoveries from one consciousness to another, are what we call artists. Artists are also the ones who help reconcile us to the fragility that comes with our creaturely nature and strews our search with so much suffering. Suffering — biological and psychological, in private and en masse — has always accompanied our species, as it has every species. But we alone have coped by transmuting our suffering into beauty, by making symphonies and paintings and poems out of our fragility — beauty that does not justify the suffering, but does make it more bearable, does help the sufferers next to us and after us, in space and in time, suffer less, in ways the originating consciousness can never quantify in the receiving, never estimate their reach across the sweep of centuries and sufferings.” — Maria Popova (of “Brain Pickings”)*
Journaling
The laughter of a friend
The feeling of connection, however remotely
Creativity
Quiet
The world turning on its axis
Hope
Candles
Home-cooked meals
The wisdom of animals
Time
Reading
Poetry
Contemplation
Curiosity
Sex
Morning coffee
Watching the sunrise
Long walks at a distance
Belly laughing
Having a shower or bath
Ice cold water
Listening
Rain
Completing a puzzle
Playing games
Friendship
Your favorite movie
The choosing of joy
The sound of birds
Prayer
The miracle of dawn
The endurance of the human spirit
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