Being thankful for what you got to appreciate what you get.
"You know, I’ve often wondered if being an artist in any way, in any nature, is a sign of a social dysfunction. It’s an extraordinary thing that I’ve wanted to do: to express yourself in such rarified terms, I think it’s a loony thing to want to do. I think the saner and rational approach to life is: survive, steadfastly and create a protective home, and create a warm, loving environment for one’s family and get food for them… that’s about it. Anything else is extra, all culture is extra. Culture—I guess it’s a freebie. We only need to eat, we don’t need particular colored plates or particular height chairs or anything. I mean, anything would do, but we insist on making 1,000 different kinds of chairs, and 15 different kinds of plates: it’s unnecessary and it’s a sign of the irrational part of man, I think. We should just be content with picking nuts. Not mine, I might add."
When all the ducks are in a row
When a gentle breeze flows freely from one space to another
When my mind is set on that vague image of desire
The least of my worries is a flat tire
It is clear what comes next amid the fog
I make out the general shapes
Leaving details to find their way into the scheme of things
Trusting the process, letting go of expectation
As scattered thoughts fall into place
Drifting aimlessly, with intent
A picture develops, defying words for no words will do
A sense of joy fills in the gaps
And with that, "res ipsa loquitur"
"The thing speaks for itself"