I do not understand people who only have one version of themselves. I can’t imagine missing out on any one of the different joys I have in my life.
Today I blasted rap and ran and lifted weights in the morning. I also drank tea and read while listening to Chopin and Debussy. I gardened and cooked. Later I might go drink with friends, or binge-watch Netflix and order a pizza. There are days when I climb a mountain and other days when I sleep in for hours and hours, and both kinds of days are awesome.
You can be an introvert AND an extrovert. You can be into fitness AND think naps and Nutella are the best shit ever.
Why does half the Internet seem to revolve around proving that there’s a fundamental difference between whatever kind of person you are and whatever kind everyone else supposedly is?
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.
Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.
Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
— Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby” (via dandelion-days)