Accepting our mortality and viewing this inevitable end as a guide liberates us from life’s petty dramas and the demands of our ego. Confronting the truth that death could arrive at any moment reminds us that we have no time to delay, making us realize the true value of time. When you deeply feel the relentless flow of time, seconds are no longer things to be brushed aside; they transform into irreversible masterpieces. For when living with this awareness, you no longer have any time left for falsehood or procrastination.
To truly cherish the things that are important to you,
you must first discard those that have outlived their
purpose. To get rid of what you no longer need is neither
wasteful nor shameful. Can you truthfully say that you
treasure something buried so deeply in a closet or drawer
that you have forgotten its existence? If things had feelings,
they would certainly not be happy. Free them from the prison
to which you have relegated them. Help them leave that
deserted isle to which you have exiled them. Let them go,
with gratitude. Not only you, but your things as well, will
feel clear and refreshed when you are done tidying.
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We have it so deeply engrained in us that any kind of hardship shouldn’t last more than a couple of months, at most.
If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
In Latin a little boy was called a pupus and a little girl was called a pupa (which is also where we get pupae for baby insects). When they went to school they became school pupils . Now gaze deeply into somebody’s eyes. Anyone will do. What do you see? You ought to see a tiny reflection of yourself gazing back. This little version of you seems like a child, and that’s why it’s a pupil .
Love Confession
When the Ocean Rose glittered like a pale jewel a block ahead, Aelin
paused in the shadows beside a chimney and murmured, “There is no room
for error.”
Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know. We’ll make it count.”
Her eyes burned. “We’re playing a game against two monarchs who
have ruled and schemed longer than most kingdoms have existed.” And
even for her, the odds of outsmarting and outmaneuvering them … “Seeing
the cadre, how Maeve contains them … She came so close to separating us
this spring. So close.”
Rowan traced his thumb over her mouth. “Even if Maeve had kept me
enslaved, I would have fought her. Every day, every hour, every breath.” He
kissed her softly and said onto her lips, “I would have fought for the rest of
my life to find a way to return to you again. I knew it the moment you
emerged from the Valg’s darkness and smiled at me through your flames.”
She swallowed the tightness in her throat and raised a brow. “You were
willing to do that before all this? So few benefits back then.”
Amusement and something deeper danced in his eyes. “What I felt for
you in Doranelle and what I feel for you now are the same. I just didn’t
think I’d ever get the chance to act on it.”
She knew why she needed to hear it—he knew, too. Darrow’s and
Rolfe’s words danced around in her head, an endless chorus of bitter
threats. But Aelin only smirked at him. “Then act away, Prince.”
Rowan let out a low laugh, and said nothing else as he claimed her
mouth, nudging her back against the crumbling chimney. She opened for
him, and his tongue swept in, thorough, lazy.
Oh, gods—this. This was what drove her out of her mind—this fire
between them.
They could burn the entire world to ashes with it. He was hers and she
was his, and they had found each other across centuries of
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