Saturday, January 17, 2009

Meliora Cogito
































I recently read someone's point of view about being a lover, can't remember if it was Rumi, Hafiz or Chesterton, but I do remember the point – being a lover means you're never satisfied, everyday you're willing to change, to toss out what seemed good enough the day before and humbly open to better. The lover's discipline is to spend a lifetime climbing out of nested and obscured ruts. This idea struck me because I usually consider a lover to be someone who's quite happy with things the way they are.

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