What if desire wasn't an urge to be tamed, but a beacon of truth to be followed?
Danielle LaporteRead
The cosmos doesn’t measure sweat and hours for reward. The cosmos deals in the currencies of joy and satisfaction.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes that true rewards come from personal joy and satisfaction rather than just hard work and effort.
Danielle Laporte's quote suggests that the universe does not quantify our labor in terms of tangible rewards; instead, it values the intangible benefits such as joy and satisfaction that come from our endeavors. This perspective invites us to focus on what truly fulfills us rather than getting caught up in the traditional metrics of success, highlighting the importance of emotional and spiritual well-being over mere productivity.
In practice
In a motivational speech about finding happiness in work.
What if desire wasn't an urge to be tamed, but a beacon of truth to be followed?
Knowing how you actually want to feel is the most potent form of clarity that you can have.
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge. Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone - profusely. But don't apologize for being who you are.
It is with our entire past ... that we desire, will and act ... from this survival of the past it follows that consciousness cannot go through the same state twice. The circumstances may still be the same, but they will act no longer on the same person ... that is why our duration is irreversible.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.
Without adventure civilization is in full decay. ... The great fact [is] that in their day the great achievements of the past were the adventures of the past.
The tears of the world are a constant quality. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
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