a reason, a season or a lifetime

reizēm ir tādas grāmatas, par kurām domāju - sasodīts, cik labi būtu bijis to izlasīt pirms x gadiem, jo tur ir kādas tādas tēmas, kas stimulē konkrētu lietu apdomāšanu, ko tagad jau esmu galvenokārt šapratusi, bet pirms tiem x gadiem saprast vai sākt saprast būtu nācis par labu.

vakarnakt ņēmu un vienā piegājienā izlasīju matthew quick grāmatu "every exquisite thing", un tas bija mazliet spocīgi, cik vēl ne tik sen aktuālas tēmas tur brīžiem pavīdēja, kur grāmata gluži vai "runā uz mani" ar tādiem tekstiem kā just because you're good at something doesn't mean you have to do it utml. nekas tāds, kas sašūpotu realitāti, protams, nebija, noteikti arī neteikšu, ka grāmata būtu baigi kruta (man visas citas šī autora grāmatas, ko esmu lasījusi līdz šim, ir patikušas labāk), bet domāju - nez, kā būtu bijis, ja es to lasītu pirms pāris gadiem vai, piemēram, vēl interesantāk - vidusskolā.


Maybe it isn't the motivating factors that matter so much as simply participating - thrusting your best true, authentic self into the universe with wild abandon. Maybe yielding to our true nature propels us forward into the great unknown, toward targets that we haven't even dreamed up yet but exist nonetheless.

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Why don’t they take all the lonely ghost floaters in every high school and have a pep rally for them? Make all the most popular kids in school sit on the hard bleachers and cheer until their asses hurt like hell? “Here is Nanette O’Hare, who used to play for the girls’ soccer team but now does nothing because she is depressed and seeing a therapist. Let’s give her a big round of applause! Lend her some of your pep because she really needs it! Band members, please begin to play a corny orchestral version of a popular rap song while Nanette stands at the center of the gym and waves to all the people who are not depressed! Let’s really pep her up! Pep the fuck out of her!”   

//Matthew Quick, 2016, Every exquisite thing