Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.
~Henry Miller, Sexus
I needed this one today, having spent the last few days beating myself up about any number of perceived shortcomings. No matter where I looked, all I could see was me falling short of my own expectations, not to mention a few imagined expectations of others that I’d managed to concoct in my head. I’m not sure what sent me spiraling down this dark tunnel, but I know that I haven’t been “getting quiet” much lately, and that might have a lot to do with how out of sorts I’ve been feeling. As Miller says, “we all derive from the same source,” and we must stay in touch with that source if we are to stay in touch with the best parts of us. And we all have our best parts, which are “already there.” Me included.