What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

Today my best friend (who now lives an ocean away from me) sent me pictures of us together, taken on a random day in Milan, more than 10 years ago. She was holding a baby boy, the son of a common friend, who was living abroad and came to visit.
My shocking pink scarf and my beloved blue double breasted overcoat - that is now worn out from over-use - are what pinpointed me to a precise time of our life, happy days, full of promise, carefree.
A wonderful stretch of years, before two major hits shattered things in both our lives, in very different ways.

She didn't share her thoughts about those pictures, she doesn't do that often nowadays. But I bet I know what she felt looking at those pictures.

I miss those days, and I miss my best friend.
 
Should I go a little blonde?

🎶 What doesn’t kill you make you stronger and blonder and hotter 🎶

I feel like I got the stronger down. Working on the hotter..maybe blonder is next.

You are already supernova hot...

I will say this...my daughter went calico...red, blonde and black. I was worried...cause where we live isn't known as a hotbed of open-mindedness. But it looks great and her confidence has gone off charts. Shows how little I fucking know. So if you want to go blonde...go for it. 100%
 
In the last weeks I experienced, disappointment, hurt and disillusionment in multiple areas.

This morning I had a bad fight with someone very important to me, I cried a few times.

Still, I decided to start the healing.

That I am no longer angry, because I still hold up compassion and universal love.

Last week, I was on a conference and one speaker gave a very touching lecture about empathy and the attack on empathy by the global right-wing movement.
He quoted an author, who challenges himself to write stories from the perspective of his hated antagonists. As soon as the author manages the task, he can no longer hate. He may disagree but he can no longer hate.


"Prior to all particular content, thinking is actually the force of resistance, from which it has been alienated only with great effort. Such an emphatic concept of thinking admittedly is not secured, not by the existing conditions, nor by ends yet to be achieved, nor by any kind of battalions. Whatever has once been thought can be suppressed, forgotten, can vanish. But it cannot be denied that something of it survives. For thinking has the element of the universal. What once was thought cogently must be thought elsewhere, by others: this confidence accompanies even the most solitary and powerless thought. Whoever thinks is not enraged in all his critique: thinking has sublimated the rage. Because the thinking person does not need to inflict rage upon himself, he does not wish to inflict it on others. The happiness that dawns in the eye of the thinking person is the happiness of humanity. The universal tendency of oppression is opposed to thought as such.
Thought is happiness, even where it defines unhappiness: by enunciating it. By this alone happiness reaches into the universal unhappiness. Whoever does not let it atrophy has not resigned."

(Adorno, Regression)

 
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