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“It’s Monday again ugh.”

“I can’t wait to go home.”

I hope I don’t end up muttering these to myself or to others in the future. I hope I end up living day to day excited to go to work because I love my job, and I hope I would be excited to go home only because I can’t wait to see my family. Pretty soon I’ll be graduating and these thoughts haunt me.

To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one’s self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived—this is to have succeeded.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Favorite Quotes from Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino

“…the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping…something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene… ”

“You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living. And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.”

 

I really appreciate artists, but I appreciate watercolor artists even more now. In general, I appreciate people who can visualize an outcome, carefully plan every little detail, and make it happen. I’m learning so much about myself from taking watercolor painting class. When I get an idea, I usually rush right into it. More often than not, the result is not quite what I envisioned. It’s not always a bad thing, but there’s a different kind of outcome that results when every little detail is carefully planned, carefully executed. Watercolor painting, because of its nature, demands so much patience and risks. It takes a lot of practice to learn to control how paint bleeds into one another and rolls around the paper. If only my schedule wasn’t so demanding, I could spend more time and effort on my projects.

I was trying to search for a word synonymous to “missing someone/something”, and I found this word. What a strong, beautiful word.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

“Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone.

Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone or something that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings all together, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.