You gotta do what you love

I take a lot of notes in my phone. And tonight, as I was coming off another night shift, I found this one:

You find the thing that you love and you love them the best that you can.

Now, because I didn’t jot down where this came from – I’m unsure of the “them” in this scenario. Because I’m a hopeless romantic of sorts I like to think it’s about a person. But what makes this post relevant in my mind is reading “them” as “it.”

It is that it’s important to do what you love. When you do things with passion, you’ll do them to the best of your ability. In other words, you’ll do them well.

And at times, like Monday, when news is breaking and it’s getting ever-later, and the information coming in seems bleaker and bleaker with each update, the most important thing is to be doing what you love with other people who also love it. To me, it seems impossibly unsustainable otherwise.

Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?

“Wizard: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Scarecrow: But I still want one.”

-The Wizard of Oz, 1939

A short story: Le petit prince et le renard

Ainsi, le petit prince apprivoisa le renard. Et quand l’heure du départ fut proche:
-Ah! dit le renard…Je pleurerai.
—C’est ta faute, dit le petit prince, je ne te souhaitais point du mal, mais tu as voulu que je t’apprivoise…
-Bien sûr, dit le renard.
—Mais tu vas pleurer! dit le petit prince.
-Bien sûr, dit le renard.
—Alors tu n’y gagnes rien!
-J’y gagne, dit le renard, à cause de la couleur du blé.

-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

A page from ‘Marius’

“Silence! (Il prend un ton solennel.) Donc, nous allons boire le coup du depart. C’est emouvant le coup de depart. On quitte sa famille, ses amis, ses clients. On part pour les mers inconnues d’ou l’on est presque sur de ne pas revenir. Alors on prend son verre d’une main qui ne tremble pas. On boit le dernier coup sur la terre ferme…le coup du depart…c’est emotionnant…A votre sante.”

-Cesar, “Marius” par Marcel Pagnol

Ya can’t stuff the notes back in Louis Armstrong’s trumpet

“Crime? Yes, it thrives along with the magic. Festering wounds? Sure, but tour-bus outings to the still-devastated Ninth Ward stop at grassroots home-building initiatives such as the Musicians’ Village and the Brad Pitt-led Make It Right project. Not rebuild the country’s most distinctive cultural scene? You might as well try to stuff the notes back into Louis Armstrong’s trumpet.”

-Jerry Shriver, Town&Country. August 2010.