Jan 122016
 

Someone once asked me what I regarded as the three most important requirements for happiness. My answer was: ‘A feeling that you have been honest with yourself and those around you; a feeling that you have done the best you could both in your personal life and in your work; and the ability to love others.’

Eleanor Roosevelt
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Dec 112015
 

Those who prefer their principles over their happiness, they refuse to be happy outside the conditions they seem to have attached to their happiness. If they are happy by surprise, they find themselves disabled, unhappy to be deprived of their unhappiness

Albert Camus (November 7, 1913–January 4, 1960)

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May 112015
 

For me it’s like this: I make up a novel in my head (there will be more about this later). This is the happiest time in the arc of my writing process. The book is my invisible friend, omnipresent, evolving, thrilling… This book I have not yet written one word of is a thing of indescribable beauty, unpredictable in its patterns, piercing in its color, so wild and loyal in its nature that my love for this book, and my faith in it as I track its lazy flight, is the single perfect joy in my life. It is the greatest novel in the history of literature, and I have thought it up, and all I have to do is put it down on paper and then everyone can see this beauty that I see.

And so I do. When I can’t think of another stall, when putting it off has actually become more painful than doing it, I reach up and pluck the butterfly from the air. I take it from the region of my head and I press it down against my desk, and there, with my own hand, I kill it. It’s not that I want to kill it, but it’s the only way I can get something that is so three-dimensional onto the flat page. Just to make sure the job is done I stick it into place with a pin. Imagine running over a butterfly with an SUV. Everything that was beautiful about this living thing – all the color, the light and movement – is gone. What I’m left with is the dry husk of my friend, the broken body chipped, dismantled, and poorly reassembled. Dead. That’s my book.


The journey from the head to hand is perilous and lined with bodies. It is the road on which nearly everyone who wants to write – and many of the people who do write – get lost… Only a few of us are going to be willing to break our own hearts by trading in the living beauty of imagination for the stark disappointment of words.

It turns out that the distance from head to hand, from wafting butterfly to entomological specimen, is achieved through regular practice. What begins as something like a dream will in fact stay a dream forever unless you have the tools and the discipline to bring it out.

Art stands on the shoulders of craft, which means that to get to the art you must master the craft. If you want to write, practice writing. Practice it for hours a day, not to come up with a story you can publish, but because you long to learn how to write well, because there is something that you alone can say. Write the story, learn from it, put it away, write another story. Think of a sink pipe filled with sticky sediment. The only way to get clean water is to force a small ocean through the tap. Most of us are full up with bad stories, boring stories, self-indulgent stories, searing works of unendurable melodrama. We must get all of them out of our system in order to find the good stories that may or may not exist in the freshwater underneath.

Does this sound like a lot of work without any guarantee of success? Well, yes, but it also calls into question our definition of success. 

I never learned how to take the beautiful thing in my imagination and put it on paper without feeling I killed it along the way. I did, however, learn how to weather the death, and I learned how to forgive myself for it.
Forgiveness. The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this because it is the key to making art, and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life.

I believe, more than anything, that this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.

Ann Patchett
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Apr 142015
 

I would like to work on a place and a community dedicated to better life through creativity, science and technology, personal development, cooperation. There is another scenario. If I would be all alone in the world, money wouldn’t be a problem. I would go on wandering, learning, meeting interesting people, being creative.

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Apr 142015
 

I would like to work on a place and a community dedicated to better life through creativity, science and technology, personal development, cooperation. There is another scenario. If I would be all alone in the world, money wouldn’t be a problem. I would go on wandering, learning, meeting interesting people, being creative.

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Apr 062015
 

If the houses (or even balconies) are lovingly and individually decorated that means some happy people live here. Their income doesn’t matter. Very often I see rows of very expencive houses and none of  them looks like a home.

You can’t fake this.

If I had a choise I would live in an area where everybody uses the color of their choise and decorates in a manner one likes. It is good to be surrounded by happy people.

I can’t quite see the future where everybody rents a standartized futuristic living space and don’t change it in accordance to one’s taste. It is not necessary about privat property but about the sense of belonging.

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Apr 062015
 

If the houses (or even balconies) are lovingly and individually decorated that means some happy people live here. Their income doesn’t matter. Very often I see rows of very expencive houses and none of  them looks like a home.

You can’t fake this.

If I had a choise I would live in an area where everybody uses the color of their choise and decorates in a manner one likes. It is good to be surrounded by happy people.

I can’t quite see the future where everybody rents a standartized futuristic living space and don’t change it in accordance to one’s taste. It is not necessary about privat property but about the sense of belonging.

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Feb 022015
 

community is not some add-on to our other needs, not a separate ingredient for happiness along with food, shelter, music, touch, intellectual stimulation, and other forms of physical and spiritual nourishment. Community arises from the meeting of those needs. There is no community possible among a people who do not need each other.

Charles Eisenstein

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Oct 052014
 

From time to time I post something about where I would like to go in life. I don’t normally know how to get here.

I am a sort of an artist in a non – artist – friendly land. I have got my work in three “Local Art Galleries” but this somehow doesn’t feel right. What is their message? Something like: “Look here! We are creative and local. Buy unique arts and crafts with silly price tags! “

Is this what I want to achieve? Not quite.

Buyers either don’t care about their goods being unique or they don’t care about the price tags – but need works of famous artists. Could I be one? I doubt that. Do I want just to be a famous artist and earn money? It’s just not good enought…

When I close my eyes I could see us buying a piece of land somewhere nice (no I haven’t got any money). Building a beautiful semi-autonomous homestead. Turning it into an Art and Astronomy retreat / creativity centre. Gradually organizing an intentional community of people of various ages and many occupations around that center.

The aim of this model settlement would be no less than creating a better future for whole humanity based on “holy trinity” of science, creativity and humanity. It would be a true community of people helping each other, having common meals and fireside chats, free range kids running in the woods… Creating the new greenest ways of living, cherishing freedom of expression, creating new rituals and celebrations for the new age. But rather than having indiscriminatory multiculturalism, we need to bring from different ages and cultures ONLY something which helps us to build a better future. Many traditions and beliefs, no matter how dear somebody holds them, will have to fade away. Mental placebos may help to feel better for a while but it is a dishonest medicine and may backfire. Talking to plants won’t get rid the world of hunger.

It wouldn’t be all dreamers, there should be a healthy proportion of practical people exploring new technologies and ways of living. For example how to teach the word to appreciate unique and handmade. The truth is, we humans can’t move forward without proper science, without developing our creativity for solving problems and improving our lives and withoud developing our compassion and understanding for each other. This is where the “holy trinity” comes from.

Maybe there would be other growing communities joining the movement across the world. And this way it will get better.

Well, this is my dream and at the moment I don’t really want to settle for anything less…image

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