It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.
The Book of Epictetus.
Yesterday I took a walk to the little convenience store in our town two blocks up from my apartment. Across the street, above a health food store, lives two of my friends in separate apartments. One who I’ve know for 8 years, who is a kindred in the strongest sense, and the other one Ive know for a little over a year now and who is so kind, creative and welcoming. Something I regrettably have not experienced lately because of how detached I have been from most of my local friends.
We talked about plants, art, jobs, love and getting over men/boys, or men that act like boys. She then went in that other room and gave me the book to read. As well as a sprig from a mysterious curly leaf variety of what we believe is Lavender.
So, last night I started reading the philosophies, which are strongly based in the self; realization, knowledge and improvement.
So, yeah. That’s what I’m reading.