A few weeks ago, I mentioned how impressed I am discovering all the things I would like to do and become good at doing throughout the rest of my life. Most of my predicament has been to decide which of these feelings are the truest. Should I pick a specific order to try them out, how many days/months/years should I give to each? Essentially, what is my destiny.
I stopped at Barnes and Noble searching for gift ideas for Jane and came across a Vincent van Gogh quote written on a soap sleeve:
“Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”
Perhaps we aren't made to limit ourselves. I probably limit to make things more manageable, easier to wrap my mind around. The potential...who knows.
While on the note of Barnes and Noble, I would kindly suggest the book responsible for my affection for van Gogh, A Lust for Life. It was a required book at St John's, but it's one I won't forget. Extremely descriptive, a little romantic even, and something to pass the time on the subway. I mean, Candy Crush?