Photo by Harshal S. Hirve on Unsplash The cucumber is bitter? Throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around. That's all you need to know. (Marcus Aurelius)
Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash January, as always, brought its one day when people said that it felt like spring. The sky was a patched and ragged blue, and the marsh, with its thousand weeds and grasses, breathed a faint odour of resurrection. Penelope Fitzgerald (in The Bookshop )
Photo by Etienne Boulanger on Unsplash There is no good or bad without us, there is only perception. There is the event itself and the story we tell ourselves about what it means. Ryan Holiday