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Having someone care about you makes you want to give a shit, especially if you’re having trouble caring about yourself.
Maybe this was how adult friendships happened: by accident, embroidered over time, visible only from the height of years.
“We spend our whole lives becoming worthy. Of ourselves. Our mysteries, our solutions, the fruits of our quests.”
Libraries had always made her feel like a kid, in a good way: secret and safe and taken care of, rocked to sleep in a cocoon of books.
She’d lived for years now, and happily, freed by the realization that she didn’t need to believe the books, the television shows, the commercials that told her, if she was single, there was something wrong with her. That if she liked it, she was lying to herself. If she chose it actively and indefinitely, if she didn’t think of her single life as a holding pattern, a prelude to the next (coupled) life, then she was—what even was she? A nun, repressed and suspect? A witch, dangerously free? A spinster with a cat, pathetic and irrelevant? In other words, confused. But she wasn’t confused. She
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don’t hoard what you’ve been given, because you think it’s all you’re going to get. Be generous. And be generous now, because the future isn’t a destination. It’s an extension of how we choose to live today.
all lives are linked, all the world is one tremendous story.
But he didn’t have to be all one thing or all another. He didn’t have to live only one life at a time. And a living wasn’t something you made but something you did. Again and again, over and over, always, always becoming.
“Don’t cheat your friendships. Don’t ask them to mean less to you than they do, or think they only have value if they’re a stop on the way to a real relationship.” Dorry rolled her eyes. “All relationships are real,” said Tuesday. “Friendship can be as deep as the ocean. It’s all a kind of love, and love isn’t any one kind of thing.”
