Around this time of year (close to her birthday), I always remember a dear friend. Just to myself, quietly, I celebrate her life. I mourn how brief it was. I cry, though I sometimes wish I wouldn’t, because she’d want us to be happy—she always made me happy—and it has been more than nine years. I…
Sometimes I feel like I need to stop being me so that I can be me.
I’m not sure if that makes any sense to you, but in my head, it makes perfect sense.
I need to get out of this city. On bad days (like this one), it’s a physical ache.
If I’m going to feel lonely anyway, I’d rather it be because I’m actually physically alone in another place. I think that might feel comparatively less pathetic than feeling lonely in a city where you’re acquainted with hundreds of people but don’t really, truly know anybody beyond ones and zeros.
I feel the same way.
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.