The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow. It eliminates the vice of procrastination, the sin of postponement, failed communications, failed communions.
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What makes people despair is that they try to find a universal meaning to the whole of life, and then end up by saying it is absurd, illogical, empty of meaning. There is not one big, cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible seems right to me.
—Anais Nin (via softwhisper)
"I’m in love again. Not alone with Henry. Just in love. I felt it this morning. I was listening to a record of "Blue Moon." I had just served Henry his breakfast. The sun was on the balcony. The studio was full of light and of living cells. Henry cannot follow me. He sings only in words. Not with his blood, not in my way, not with wings. A human love. I feel that someone is coming, someone is coming. I’m on tiptoes, and so alive to his coming. […]
I am in love walking down Villa Seurat in the red Russian dress and white coat, in love with the world and the one who is coming, who is on his way, the one who will travel with me, whose body I may love, no matter if our minds are not twins; a body I may love, for now I am in love with bodies, with youth, with blood and flesh. I do not look for the dream—or the thought. I am in love while I get on the train to have lunch with Hugh and Eduardo in the garden, and while I take a sun bath, I offer my body to the sun. It is a little too slender, but the skin is beautiful and soft and it looks so young. I have no age, just as others have no physical age for me. Eduardo asks me, “How old is he?” I don’t know. I never know. I know only the ages of their souls, of their experience, of their desire, of their audacity. No time. No age. I am still Bilitis; I love man sensually, at last, and my soul will not stand in the way. I await the *man* and no longer the *child*, or the *father*. […]
When the record was playing I felt moved right down to my toes, right at the pit of my stomach, everything in my body stirred and opening.
I look for Him in the crowd.
This love will either kill or save me forever.”
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