It occurs to me that the pretension of humility is nearly always vanity. True humility is not an active presence, but a passive absence. It is a space, an unfilled space. Vanity stands above a space it doesn’t know at all, and claims it is empty.
People are interesting. Life is interesting.
I was confronted with a problem yesterday, and surprised myself in approaching it with interest, with curiosity. If what I fear may materialize actually does, it will be a shitload of work for me. But there is a beauty in not giving a fuck. I touched that beauty, and appreciated it.