Even the smallest joy matters, even if it doesn’t last. Life is supposed to be enjoyed and it is not morally reprehensible to do so.
Your health matters more than any material thing you sacrifice it for.
Life is not supposed to be made of sacrifices.
Your dreams are not too big “for someone like you”. You are not too small to dream big.
Everything is temporary. Use the time you have to love and be loved, to enjoy this life a little, to create the relationships you seek, the safe home you need.
Community is what kept us evolving. The human thing is to ask for help.
Perfectionism is the enemy if you want to get things done. Progression above perfection, always. You don’t have to be so anxious to prove your worth, you are already enough. You can do this.
Guilt and shame are common emotions to us all, but they should not dictate your whole life.
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WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING, I'M HAPPY AGAIN! - on finding the joy in life
why i wake early (mary oliver) / the lego movie (dir. phil lord, christopher miller) / don't let the good life pass you by (cass elliot) / forest (justine kurland) / gate a-4 (naomi shihab nye) / derry girls (lisa mcgee) / walking on sunshine (katrina and the waves) / the perks of being a wallflower (dir. stephen chbosky) / norwegian wood (haruki murakami) / singin in the rain (dir. gene kelly, stanley donen) / (@/inkskinned) / water for the people (paul d'amato)
catt on pinterest/ quote from kurt vonnegut/ petrichara on tumblr / leo berne / peter brown; christmas, combe park / comment by priyasharmax on youtube / quote from albert camus/ comment by curiouscam on youtube / mitski; my love mine all mine / boymiffy on tumblr / wendy cope; the orange
In Ghana, a funeral procession follows the familiar steps we know, the mourning around the casket, the walk to the final resting place, the burial in a cemetery, except that their dead are buried in colorful coffins shaped like crabs, cars, unicorns, dinosaurs, fishes, airplanes, cows, shoes. These are custom, fantastic, or proverbial coffins (abebuu adekai in its language), also sometimes called “FAVs” (fantastic afterlife vehicles). (Which is just, honestly epic, I could not come up with a greater name).
The desire for a colorful burial is not such a foreign one, you can imagine a kid enamored with dinosaurs, who would want nothing more than to be buried in a fucking Plateosaurus! Even people have got to admit, it would be nice to be buried in a coffin with, y’know, at least a floral pattern, maybe some ancient runes, for a history nerd. A coffin upholstered to look like the night sky! Even better, a coffin engraved to look like Van Goghs’ Starry Night. You know art kids would eat those up. They would sell like hot bread. It’s like Sylvia Plath once said:
But going back to the kid, there actually exists a very famous example of a person buried with a child’s Joy. Tutankhamun was the pharaoh's son, as a child, he was disabled, walked differently to others, and needed “orthopedic” footwear, which, relatable. And he had a huge love for ducks. People gifted him tunics with duck embroidered on it. He wore duck sandals, earrings decorated with ducks. He had toy ducks. When he died, aged 18 or 19, he was buried with all his duck memorabilia, in a chest, engraved with ducks, and a mummified duck, as well.
And what is that but a morsel of Joy to be enjoyed after death? by the dead and the mourners.
This all reminds me of a poem written by Juan Gelman
A bird lived in me.
A flower traveled in my blood.
My heart was a violin.
I loved and didn’t love.
But sometimes I was loved.
I also was happy: about the spring, the hands together, what is happy.
I say man has to be!
Herein lies a bird, a flower, a violin.
I find it comforting to know that through all human existence people feel the palpable importance of burying somebody with a bird, a flower, and a violin.
This is all a very wayward way of saying that I would like to be buried with my calavera cup.
To allow the joy to come front and center in your life, you also have to feel your emotions, even the sad ones. You have to mourn, let the tears pour out. If you bottle the sadness in, the joy gets bottled right along with it.
Ruth Westheimer, The Doctor Is In: Dr. Ruth on Love, Life, and Joie de Vivre
young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can
the fact that life keeps going when you’re going through something unbearable feels so terribly unfair. it feels like the world won’t stop moving so fast when all you wanted was for it to stop until you catch your breath, but that’s just not possible.
there is infinite sadness and grief in loss and a memory might be enough to bring your mind back through years, but not being able to physically go back is sickening.
and i am still grieving all that i lost, and sometimes i am so exhausted i feel the need to be quiet, and i wish the whole world could go slower. but it’s a good thing that life goes on. i got to go on. it took a lot of effort to move on, but i am here, alive. i am here! i don’t think i ever truly believed i would get here. some things don’t hurt as much anymore. the world kept moving and it forced me to move with it. it forced me to face a lot of what caused me so much pain. the grief will always be here, but so will be this proud feeling of having survived, the feeling of happiness, joy, laughter, and relief.
time doesn’t heal all things. but it brings news types of joy too.
hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
platforming palestinian joy is just as important as sharing the suffering they're enduring during this genocide. despite continued displacement and bombardment, you cannot steal their joy and spirit. happy birthday to this sweet baby 🖤🇵🇸 may they grow up to see a free palestine
edit: @saffronlesbian made a video description for this post!!
[vd: a screen recording of a tweet from the 20th of April 2024 with 2.5 million views, from Ruhi @/ruhi_hi. the caption reads, "This video of this little Palestinian angel celebrating his bday in a refugee camp" followed by three emoji of a smiling face with teary eyes. the video clip is 11 seconds long and shows a one-year-old baby seated on the sandy ground, smiling hugely and clapping his hands while people sing to him from offscreen and a large cake is placed in front of him. stuck into the top of the cake is a decoration that reads "happy birthday" in english. the video has the tiktok handle @/ibrahim.jamal99 visible in it. /end vd.]