To love something despite

I stumbled across this simple yet touching passage this morning in my Kindle highlights from a [most excellent] book, The Wise Man’s Fear: The Kingkiller Chronicles:

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

To know the flaws and love them too.

Are we each not flawed? Yet, do we not long to be loved; not in spite of those flaws, but because they make us who we are?

Rare and pure and perfect. 

How progress is made

I stumbled across this rather excellent quote from Thomas Henry Huxley this morning, and it summed quite nicely the foundation on which I firmly believe progress is made.

“Perhaps the most valuable result of all education is the ability to make yourself do the thing you have to do, when it ought to be done, whether you like it or not. It is the first lesson that ought to be learned and however early a man’s training begins, it is probably the last lesson that he learns thoroughly.”

I often hear people talk about the psychology of training or dieting, as if this notion were an adjunct to the physical challenges of exercise or hunger.

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