updatesinidleness:

Life and everything in it is so very circular. Often beginnings and ends are one and the same. Like a merry-go-round with the same worn horses that many before you have ridden in circles, every touch, every action, every sentiment, is repetitive. I feel peaceful when I remember that nothing in human experience is ever new. Seasons and death visit us like old friends. 

This is beautiful.

mrsvaccarezza:

updatesinidleness:

No matter what good a man does in his lifetime, he will never be remembered solely for being selfless. The achievements of war and Wall Street resound in our newspapers and textbooks, decking the walls of historical memory. But not so for the charitable few who feed thousands or provide shelter for the unfortunate in society. 

It is not merely a problem of what is considered history. It extends into the deepest questions of meaning and purpose. Reflection will yield the truth that only the present exists. A man should not worry about the future because the future is already certain: death takes all and all significance a man may build in life. Out of fear, men scramble to make a name for themselves. They invest in sports cars and the color red and younger women in the attempt to stave off death with youth. But every dollar spent on defying age and preserving ones name is worthless, deceiving man of truth. The wrinkles that time gifts our grandparents and parents will, in time, pattern even the greatest testaments of plastic surgery.

Happiness cannot be bought and death cannot be held off with fame. If a man sees clearly that the conventional view of history, which values greed and conquest, is irrelevant and realizes his life is nothing, then why should he not seek refuge in selfless acts that can lighten the world and his heart? For it is said, “If I am for myself alone, what am I? And if not now, when?”

Hmm. Not entirely convinced by this. But well written, and worth a thought or two. Idle musings, indeed.