A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
When people are gone, we live with our memories of them, we curate what they mean to us, we erase wrongs.
They become who we want them to be, and we get to become who we would have wanted ourselves to be when we were with them, and let the human who has moved on be at peace.
"I never realised that the best things in life are hidden in the most mundane things."
"Love is a feeling you can’t hide. You don’t plan it out at all. It makes your head spin. It paralyses any sense of logic with an incredible destructiveness. The ecstasy caused by love can numb your senses to an extent where you don’t even feel the pain of death. It’s incredibly dangerous."- Eve, Ep 6 (K-drama)
It surprises me how a script that is translated from Korean to English can be so powerfully eloquent. Truth is universal.
It's funny how life works. How the things you fight so hard for can suddenly be rendered meaningless by a change of heart.
I'd always felt convinced that whatever my path, that my life's work was to do something good for the world. To make a difference. Or something cheesy like that.
A point of honesty is reached when you realise that maybe the world doesn't actually need that. It doesn't actually need me. That maybe altruism is only a form of disguised egotism (I do think egotism gets a bad rap, and that it's an essential part of the human condition, the human will to survive and thrive, but that's another blog post perhaps).
That perhaps my life's work is simply to let the world be (good, or not), and appreciate what, or rather who, comes to me.
