1/ We long most for that which we realize (often too late) we gave least to existence. It was only yesterday that we had the time and the opportunity, yet we took it for granted and missed it, and now the moment is gone, dissolved like a dream.
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3/ He who still longs must have much yet much to discover of himself and existence. Yet this is neither a promise nor a hope for a brighter future, and one should not be deceived by that notion; rather it is an obligation and a commitment to each living, breathing moment.
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4/ To give everything and be left with nothing, to make of longing a daring, to extinguish the flame only to find it burning ever brighter the next moment—this is the whisper of the beating, creative heart. We are too imperfect to live that ideal but some are forever drawn to it.
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5/ In those blissful moments where man meets existence in this spirit all the world's magic is revealed to him, and his longing only deepens. He has tasted something of God, and his forgetting is the biggest downfall. He attained nothing; he merely transcended for a brief time.
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6/ We always possess the means, but if the longing is forgotten there is no path outward; the windows to the heart are closed and all that remains is a vague confusion, a floating of the self in an existence quite apart from it, a continual and gradual loss of the moment.
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7/ The more one lives the more one longs it seems, and the reverse is true also. Any deep surrender to the full experience is fatal to the mind and intoxicating to the heart. The former resists, the latter insists, leaving us richer in memory and meaning.
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8/ And so if one truly longs, it is not for having things, but for creating them, not for circumstances but for an elevated communion with existence, not for getting the love one deserve but for giving the love one is potentially capable of.
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9/ The full expression of this longing only becomes real when it is transmuted into a deep longing for the moment, where impermanence is fully realized and there is nothing left to lose or gain—"only to live out.. always merry and bright", as Henry Miller wrote.
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