"If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life."
language and cognition | the little prince | filing cabinet | snapshots
i'm trying really hard to write an orderly report on "the little prince" but holy fuck it turns out writing coherent sentences is really hard. i really want to become better at writing but it's so hard when i almost immediately have a reaction of disgust upon rereading my own words. i hate what i've written so far, but let this hopefully be an exercise in being okay with being temporarily mediocre. after all, letting that fear of mediocrity paralyze me only leads to more time being lost. i just need to keep reminding myself that good things won't always come easy and that there's simply nothing to it but practice. practice practice practice. and so i hope that keeping a log of what i've been up to here will motivate me a bit more to keep at it, to keep chipping away at this paralysis until i am comfortable tackling what i want to set my heart on without resistance.
"[I]f you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."