“Once a dancer, always a dancer. It is a very consuming art but also such a short career that you have to live and breath it if you want to be at the top.”—Principal ballerina Darcey Bussell, on retirment after 30 years as a dancer.
so there’s this birthday meme thing going around, and I tried it out, for curiosity’s sake. I should have known better, because nothing ever applies to me exactly. I’m sure it’s true for most people; you choose your attitude, you choose who you are.
I’m supposed to be FIG TREE (the Sensibility) - very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.
But I’ve got a lot of attributes from FIR TREE (the Mysterious) - extraordinary taste, dignity, sophisticated, loves anything beautiful, moody, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to them, rather modest, very ambitious, talented, industrious, uncontented lover, many friends, many foes, very reliable.
This just underscores all he dualities that I struggle with daily, wanting to be an artist yet not ready to leave my steady job and “conventional” success.
Here’s the final writeup: very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, good sense of humor, of practical talent and intelligence, extraordinary taste, dignity, sophisticated, loves anything beautiful, stubborn, tends to egoism but cares for those close to them, very ambitious, talented, industrious, uncontented lover, very reliable.
I hate children and laziness, I’m not moody nor modest, and I’m an introvert, I have few friends and/or foes.
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet, this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the serenity of the winged life, of ebb and flow, of intermittency.”—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.”—White Oleander by Janet Fitch. (via kristinleigh) (via acquiring) (via bandages) (via sleepdancer) (via pretty-bird) (via myhearteatsbeats) (via milkdrop)