If Familiarity Breeds Contempt, Is That Why We Are Often Our Own Worst Enemy?

If familiarity breeds contempt, is that why we are often our own worst enemy?

The stars burn brightly as they consume themselves. Fireworks are at their most spectacular before they fizzle into nothingness.

Is perfection always worth the price it exacts upon us?

evan knoll / suzanne rivecca / charles bukowski / edgar allen poe / carrie fisher / andrea gibson / cynthia chapman / alanis morissette

the dubious philosophy of salmon

For your consideration, a page from my journal...

Life is impermanence. But transience fosters appreciation for the ephemeral beauty that surrounds us. For if the flower bloomed in eternity, would we still treasure its fragrance all the same?

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

Me: Finishes my last exam and immediately launches into developing an entire academic manuscript (including doing all the statistical analysis myself) for publication to a journal, completes it (all 50 some pages), the cuts it down into a final report for submission to my program.

My brain: soo.... here is this crazy amazing idea for a novel you should write and here are all the characters and...

Me, now currently 16 chapters into writing said novel: you do realize school is restarting in couple weeks?

My brain: *laughs maniacally*

Me: *cries*

That I fit everywhere and nowhere. I am my own liminal space. I guess that is what happens when you mix agreeableness, empathy, and a whole lot of weird into one human-sized package.