sandersstudies: Me, realizing I let cups pile up on my dresser again: my dearest princess is so…

sandersstudies:

Me, realizing I let cups pile up on my dresser again: my dearest princess is so frequently desirous of water in the late eve that she hath permitted her goblets to accumulate… dear me, I must have these cleared before the duchess arrives for tea.

sandersstudies:

Sometimes I really beat myself up for having a messy room/house and I get too upset to actually clean because what’s the point, I’ll just make it messy again?

Anyway, I’ve started countering this by pretending I’m a long-suffering maid for a sweet yet untidy princess, tasked with preparing her royal quarters for visitors. It is difficult work but the thought that she loves me and soon we will flee into the forest in disguise before her upcoming wedding (to a wealthy but unloving duke) keeps me motivated.

“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful…”

“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. […] We’re in the world, not against it. […] The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”

- Ursula Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven.