The Fool
Everyone points out the, well, foolishness of the character in the Fool card: hasty, not paying attention, so distracted by that butterfly he’s about to fall off the cliff. It’s easy to mock those who don’t know any better, isn’t it? We forget the Fool is the beginning of the Journey.
There’s two points I want to make about that (“the beginning of the journey”):
inexperience. When you first start anything new, you will bumble it. Think back to when you first started something you’re good at now, doesn’t matter what it is. Maybe you’re just starting something now and feel foolish with your first attempts. Babies wobble. No one walks or runs perfectly on their first try.
Don’t come at me in the comments with some weird ass exception(s), I stg. I can hear Loki giggling and my Mother reminding me not to speak in absolutes. You know what I mean, damnit.
I could ramble on about how it’s okay to make mistakes, to be new at things, but I think you’ve probably read as much enough times in other things. Why bother reiterating it here?
catalysts. Every story needs a catalyst, needs a turning point. Change isn’t happening if everything is sitting in a still, perfect equilibrium. I’m not sure I’ve met anyone who got into magic who didn’t have some kind of Experience tm or other Reason which compelled them to explore. The world, the universe, is wondrous and rich, but you’ll never experience it if you do not step outside your door.
There is a dog yapping at the Fool’s heels. Is it warning him? Or egging him on? The Wolf has been snapping at my heels, trying to force me to leap off the cliff’s edge. “You cannot be prepared for everything, every situation. Sometimes you just. must. jump.” I’m told. I waffle when the Wolf demands I choose. I want it all. The result of my choice is irrelevant. It is my hesitation that frustrates. I refuse both to show my neck in submission, and also refuse to meet his eye or bear my own fangs back. I could say it’s meant as respect, but the Wolf knows better and so do I. Stand the fuck up. Take the damn leap. How can you start the journey if you forever refuse to take the first step?
It’s not the first time I’ve been urged to leap. I struggle with Change, and with Choice, especially if I’m not given the time to contemplate it, or prepare somehow. I want to min-max, to optimize, but we don’t always have time for that in life. Some things must be chosen without any idea of the outcome. Sometimes that’s precisely the point of that particular choice. I only ever seem to notice when I do that and fail. The failures resonate, stick to me, a residue I can’t seem to wash off. That doesn’t mean that the leap always results in failure. It’s just so hard to remember when it doesn’t.
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i am such a slut for pasta. and with cheese??? i'm obsessed.
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I want to get high and make out so bad I'm going to lose my mind
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im at the petrol station and i just saw a dude in FULL cowboy attire (hat, poncho, boots) walk out with this hardcore biker guy and get into a truck along with like 4 other people all wearing cowboy hats. i feel like i just saw god
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society will heal when everyone will have flip-phones again
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"Death is our eternal companion. It is always to our left, at an arm's length... It has always been watching you. It always will until the day it taps you."
"How can anyone feel so important when we know that Death is stalking us?"
"The thing to do when you're impatient is to turn to your left and ask advice from your Death. An immense amount of pettiness is dropped if your Death makes a gesture to you, or if you catch a glimpse of it, or if you just have the feeling that your companion is there watching you."
"Death is the only wise adviser that we have. Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you're about to be annihilated, turn to your Death and ask if that is so. Your Death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your Death will tell you, 'I haven't touched you yet.'"
- Journey To Ixtlan
Carlos Castaneda
1972
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still losing my absolute shit over hannah's art oh my god the transient nature of hijack. the staying and the leaving and the war between what they want and the limitations of their existence and how there's nothing more selfish than being together
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