Wednesday, August 29, 2018
On learning and teaching
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Monday, August 27, 2018
Letter
Written on October 29, 1914:
Dear Little Daughter:
I have waited for you to get well settled before writing. By this time I hope some of the strangeness has worn off and that my little girl is working hard and regularly.
Of course, everything is new and unusual. You miss the newness and smartness of America. Gradually, however, you are going to sense the beauty of the old world: its calm and eternity and you will grow to love it.
Above all remember, dear, that you have a great opportunity. You are in one of the world's best schools, in one of the world's greatest modern empires. Millions of boys and girls all over this world would give almost anything they possess to be where you are. You are there by no desert or merit of yours, but only by lucky chance.
Deserve it, then. Study, do your work. Be honest, frank and fearless and get some grasp of the real values of life. You will meet, of course, curious little annoyances. People will wonder at your dear brown and the sweet crinkley hair. But that simply is of no importance and will soon be forgotten. Remember that most folk laugh at anything unusual, whether it is beautiful, fine or not. You, however, must not laugh at yourself. You must know that brown is as pretty as white or prettier and crinkley hair as straight even though it is harder to comb. The main thing is the YOU beneath the clothes and skin — the ability to do, the will to conquer, the determination to understand and know this great, wonderful, curious world. Don't shrink from new experiences and custom. Take the cold bath bravely. Enter into the spirit of your big bed-room. Enjoy what is and not pine for what is not. Read some good, heavy, serious books just for discipline: Take yourself in hand and master yourself. Make yourself do unpleasant things, so as to gain the upper hand of your soul.
Above all remember: your father loves you and believes in you and expects you to be a wonderful woman.
I shall write each week and expect a weekly letter from you.
Lovingly yours,
Papa
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Happened to me
On Learning
Short Story
What if moon was so close to earth that at some parts, you could extend your hands and touch it.
But it would also mean that people had uneven access to it so attracted by its beauty travelers would come from far away places - to visit the land where the moon was closest to the earth.
1 reply0 retweets0 likesBut when they came closer, instead of the luminous moon- that they saw from far away - they only saw the scars and fingerprints that locals had made on it's surface.
1 reply0 retweets0 likesAnd ironically for most such travelers, the moon from a distance was more their own than the moon up close. #earlymorningshortstory
New conversation
Friday, August 24, 2018
Borges QUOTES
Also the best lesson on fiction writing.
"Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone."
"A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face."
"It is love. I will have to run or hide. It is love with its mythologies, with its tiny useless magics. There exists a corner that I dare not cross. Now the armies confine me, the hordes.A woman hurts me in all of my body."
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
What's your favourite song these days ?
Monday, August 20, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
On true love
Something nobody tells you as a kid: True love—
—well, isn't exactly impossible, but it's actually kinda like a career. You keep working at it every day, and before you get there you spend years working on *yourself*.
The salary and benefits are often worth it. That's all. 💖