1. " Kafka wrote that the meaning of life is that it ends. He meant that our lives are shaped and shaded by the existential terror of knowing that all is finite. This anxiety informs poetry, literature, the monuments we build, the wars we wage, the ways we love and hate and procreate — all of it. Kafka was talking, of course, about people. Among animals, only humans are said to be self-aware enough to comprehend the passage of time and the grim truth of mortality. How then, to explain old Harry at the edge of that park, gray and lame, just days from the end, experiencing what can only be called wistfulness and nostalgia? I have lived with eight dogs, watched six of them grow old and infirm with grace and dignity, and die with what seemed to be acceptance. I have seen old dogs grieve at the loss of their friends. I have come to believe that as they age, dogs comprehend the passage of time, and, if not the inevitability of death, certainly the relentlessness of the onset of their frailties. They understand that what’s gone is gone.

    What dogs do not have is an abstract sense of fear, or a feeling of injustice or entitlement. They do not see themselves, as we do, as tragic heroes, battling ceaselessly against the merciless onslaught of time. Unlike us, old dogs lack the audacity to mythologize their lives. You’ve got to love them for that.

    In our dogs, we see ourselves. Dogs exhibit almost all of our emotions; if you think a dog cannot register envy or pity or pride or melancholia, you have never lived with one for any length of time. What dogs lack is our ability to dissimulate. They wear their emotions nakedly, and so, in watching them, we see ourselves as we would be if we were stripped of posture and pretense. Their innocence is enormously appealing. When we watch a dog progress from puppyhood to old age, we are watching our own lives in microcosm. Our dogs become old, frail, crotchety and vulnerable, just as Grandma did, just as we surely will, come the day. When we grieve for them, we grieve for ourselves.

    The meaning of life is that it ends.”

    -Gene Weingarten, Old Dogs are the Best Dogs:

     

  2. It pisses me off whenever people call Americans entitled. We have no national healthcare system, no mandated paid sick leave, no mandated vacation time, and work more and than any other developed country.

     
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  5. potatosmack:

    tedywestside:

    me tryin’ to get my life together

    Nothing as ever been more accurate

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  6. 125sekunden:

    zoeaddison:

    boosthouse:

    tweets by @postcrunk

    so real

    Safety of indifference though……

    (via oxblood)

     
  7. "Realize that everything connects to everything else."

    — Leonardo da Vinci  

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  10. Philip Larkin’s “Faith Healing”

    In everyone there sleeps 
    A sense of life lived according to love. 
    To some it means the difference they could make 
    By loving others, but across most it sweeps 
    As all they might have done had they been loved.

     
  11. 3liza:

    universalequalityisinevitable:

    Robert Sapolsky about his study of the Keekorok baboon troop from National Geographic’s Stress: Portrait of a Killer.

    I heard about this from RadioLab last year. It always stuck in my mind, but I could never find information about it later. Fascinating stuff. 

    (via pudus)

     
  12. b0mbb:

    wall-flawer:

    rip-aaliyah:

    man, i don’t think i’ll ever get over this picture. 

    Someone please make this a gif with the stars moving or sparkling!!

    Oh my gosh this is amazing

    (Source: fieldguidetobirds, via honey-andtar)

     

  13. "There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats."
    — Albert Schweitzer
     

  14. "I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves."
    — Jean-Paul Sartre
     

  15. "I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold."
    — Eartha Kitt