I said to Christina this morning, I have had to let go of so many people in my life, and I am just tired of it. I don't want to do it any more. It's so hard to say goodbye, and I don't know how my poor little heart does it.

And she says, your poor little heart is neither poor nor little.

Truuuth booooomb!!

I want these things:

 

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
...
Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

-Manifesto, The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry (partial)