“Ubuntu means I am because we are. If I am to be better, we should be better. If I want you to be better, I should be better.”
Source: Introducing Ubuntu Stoicism: Gain Joy, Resilience, Productivity, and Defuse Anxiety
“Ubuntu signals a sense of personal responsibility. The community benefits from the virtues of responsible individuals. They also serve as inspiration to others, particularly the younger generation.”
Source: Introducing Ubuntu Stoicism: Gain Joy, Resilience, Productivity, and Defuse Anxiety
“Through Stoicism, I recognised the need to be the carrier of Ubuntu principles personally, i.e. act upon them.”
Source: Introducing Ubuntu Stoicism: Gain Joy, Resilience, Productivity, and Defuse Anxiety
“This endless pursuit—jumping from one promising thought to the next—is what has left us directionless again and again.”
Source: Daily Grace & Ubuntu Stoicism: For Yourself and the World
“Meditation teaches us another way. Its purpose is not to collect thoughts but to stop being carried off by them. When even the “good” ideas appear, we practice letting them pass untouched. This is the first step toward steadiness. Any idea worth keeping will return.”
Source: Daily Grace & Ubuntu Stoicism: For Yourself and the World
“At some magical instant you realize a deep Harmony with the universe. Enlightenment is that harmony.”
Source: Enlightenment Step by Step
“Enlightenment is something that you've been resisting to happen. It’s not something you have to struggle to make happen. The key is not to get in the way! Just allow it occur.”
Source: Enlightenment Step by Step
“Writers shouldn't fear criticism. Instead, they should fear silence. Criticism is healthy. It gets people thinking about your work and, even better, it gets them talking and arguing. But as for silence -- it is the greatest killer of writers. So if you hate a book and want to hurt it -- don't talk about it. And if you hate my books -- please, for God's sake, shout it from the hills!”
“Dried leaves that stomp on other dried leaves--
This is man.
Snails pretending to have tortoise shells--
This is man.
We're so good, aren't we, at saying we're not cold--
Assuring others even as we shiver and turn blue.
But I know you're lying, you might as well fold,
Because I'm pretending to be pink while shivering, too.”
Source: Can I Tell You Something?
“My birthday is in March, and that year it fell during an especially bright spring week, vivid and clear in the narrow residential streets where we lived just a handful of blocks south of Sunset. The night-blooming jasmine that crawled up our neighborhood's front gate released its heady scent at dusk, and to the north, the hills rolled charmingly over the horizon, houses tucked into the brown. Soon, daylight savings time would arrive, and even at early nine, I associated my birthday with the first hint of summer, with the feeling in classrooms of open windows and lighter clothing and in a few months no more homework. My hair got lighter in spring, from light brown to nearly blond, almost like my mother's ponytail tassel. In the neighborhood gardens, the agapanthus plants started to push out their long green robot stems to open up to soft purples and blues.”
Source: The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake