Know the place for the first time

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We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.
– T.S. Eliot

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Abundance, Generosity, and Forgiveness

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Suddenly my parents were gone. They were prepared for whatever sacrifice democracy required, but the loss was overwhelming. I’ll always feel the abundance of love they’d given me. I believe abundance is staying in close contact with gratitude, appreciating each day’s fullness. Our country is financially poor, but in terms of our people’s wisdom, grace, and decency we’re wealthy. Emerging from thirty years of dictatorship, more than ever I see how abundance requires giving back. Service is the rent we pay for being in the world, a generosity that honors all people on this planet. To be grand means to give. Spiritually, I feel small and ugly if I’m not generous.

Also, abundance involves forgiving, allowing our hearts to get broken, then open again. Forgiveness means letting go of baggage, your grudges, and fears. If you don’t leave these bags behind, you’ll miss the bus. Abundance feels like beautiful, clear water flowing through my soul. It sweeps the dirt away, makes me deeply thankful for all my blessings.

– Hafsat Abiola, Nigerian human rights activist

The Opposite of Loneliness

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It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.
– Marina Keegan

Death’s Narrative

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Where’s the fight? he wondered.
Where’s the will to hold on?

Of course, at thirteen, he was a little excessive in his harshness. He had not looked something like me in the face. Not yet.

With the rest of them, he stood around the bed and watched the man die – a safe merge, from life to death. The light in the window was gray and orange, the color of summer’s skin, and his uncle appeared relieved when his breathing disappeared completely.

“When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.”

Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry.
Yes.
I like that a lot.
– Markus Zusak in The Book Thief