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Things I learned from Taxi Drivers.

My sister and I took a Taxi home from Arab St today and our taxi driver imparted some true wisdom to us. I am thankful for the lesson and the reminder.

1) That the best kind of happiness is when you make other people happy.
2) That giving kindness feeds the soul and it’s like collecting karmic storage for your life.
3) That what you eat and what you say are very important in life. That would you eat should be healthy and what you say should be healthy too. Because words can be very empowering and loving or the opposite and it’s very important that they are loving.
4) That it’s important to share the same frequency with the people that you love.
5) He said he enjoys every single moment of his life and is always thankful for it.

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(A mix of photos by Mark Cronje and myself)
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the world entire.

Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.
– Ilse Bendorf

Infinite

“I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear…We are infinite.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

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