the dregs of philosophy

Tossed into the world, I have been subjected to its laws and its contingencies, ruled by wills other than my own, by circumstance and by history: it is therefore reasonable for me to feel that I am myself contingent. What staggers me is that at the same time I am not contingent. If I had not been born no question would have arisen: I have to take the fact that I do exist as my starting point.

To be sure, the future of the woman I have been may turn me into someone other than myself. But in that case it would be this other woman who would be asking herself who she was. For the person who says “Here am I” there is no other coexisting possibility. Yet this necessary coincidence of the subject and his history is not enough to do away with my perplexity. My life: it is both intimately known and remote; it defines me and yet I stand outside it.

~Simone de Beauvoir

what is more important? receiving this life or offering it up?

inquiry for today~ what waves of emotion feel fixed today?

who you were meant to be

The more fully we offer our attention,

the more deeply we realize that what matters most in life is being kind.

~Tara Brach

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