I love this.
"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it."
That is all.
My mom wrote something about my dad for her web blog this morning that she knew he wouldn't want published on the Internet so she emailed me to post it for her in secret and this is a screenshot of us giggling about it on FaceTime.
A couple of good friends of mine are going through pretty tough times right now and last week one of them messaged me the following thought as a follow-up to a conversation we'd had the day before and I figured it was worth sharing here.
The whole world is pretty much bullshit. Bullshit on top of bullshit. But parts aren't, too. Look for them. They're there.
Her message reminded me of a funny and witty and somewhat related 2013 commencement speech by Jon Lovett, a former standup comedian who served for three years as President Obama's speechwriter and then wrote a TV show.
I'm not very good at Sundays.