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Things that influenced me

Videos, books and lines from others that have shaped how I see things.

What does it really mean to love

From Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person — The School of Life

To love ultimately is to have the willingness to interpret what is on the surface, someone else's not very appealing behaviour, in order to find more benevolent reasons for what may be unfolding. In other words, to love someone is to apply charity and generosity of interpretation.

On rational decision making, choice and free will

From Notes from the Underground — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Man everywhere and at all times, whoever he may be, has preferred to act as he chose and not in the least as his reason and advantage dictated. And one may choose what is contrary to one's own interests, and sometimes one positively ought (that is my idea). One's own free unfettered choice, one's own caprice, however wild it may be, one's own fancy worked up at times to frenzy – is that very "most advantageous advantage" which we have overlooked, which comes under no classification and against which all systems and theories are continually being shattered to atoms. What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead. And choice, of course, the devil only knows what choice.

Camerado

From Song of the Open Road — Walt Whitman

Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you my love more precise than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

When you are old

From W. B. Yeats

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. And bending down beside the glowing bars Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.