...And when one day one perceives that their occupations are palty, their professions petrified and no longer linked with living, why not then continue to look like a child upon it all as upon something unfamiliar, from out of the depth of one own world, out of the expanse of ones own solitude, which is itself work, status and vocation? Why want to exchange a childs wise incomprehension for. Defensiveness and disdain, since incomprehension is after all being alone, while defensiveness and disdain are a sharing in that from which one wants by these means to keep apart...think,dear sir, of the world you carry within you and call this thinking what you will....whether it be remembering your own childhood or yearning towards your own future....only be attentive to that which rises up in you and set it above everything that you observe about you. What goes on in your innermost being is worthy of your love, you must somehow keep working at it and not lose too much time and too much courage in clarifying your attitude towards people. Who tells you that you have one anyway !?
Monday, September 17, 2012
On work, on Life Rilke
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