Marie Peebles is a queer poet and writer residing in North Texas. They hold master’s degrees in Literature and Library Science. Currently, they can be found working at their library job and contemplating human-ness. Their work appears in Square Wheel Press, Halfway Down the Stairs, Dissonance Magazine, and Variant Literature.
In every moment, the Angel of Objective Rationality and the Angel of Empathic Sensibility perch on each of your shoulders. There they sit, lovingly throughout your days, waiting to be consulted.
Indeed, there is meaning in everything, but I don’t always have to find it.
What is the most challenging—but ultimately, perhaps, the most worthwhile—way to live? The middle way. The path that neither blindly subscribes nor cynically rejects and derides. The place where dullness and tranquility come to dance.
Emotions are vibrations I experience in my body. They are not who I am. They are not who I am.
Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.
Viktor E. Frankl
It is easier to forgive someone for failing to act (the sin of omission) than to forgive someone for acting wrongly (the sin of commission).
The goal of the Enneagram is not to reinforce the ego pattern of your number but to act from the shape’s center—to adopt each number’s essential quality according to what a particular moment in time requires of you.
Just because something has happened in the past doesn’t mean it will happen again.
There is importance to belonging, to being a part of something, to transcending the absorption of the self.
Not everything has to be exciting or inspiring or creatively stimulating—nor should it be. Life is a full spectrum of moods and modes.
The waves of time build and recede, then wash over everything. True patience is wading through its swells with the faith that storms pass. They reappear cyclically, yet they always pass.
“What we are made of will make something else . . . There is no nothingness — with these little atoms that run around too little for us to see. But, put together, they make something. And that to me is a miracle. Where it came from, I don’t know. But it’s a miracle, and I think it’s enough to keep a person afloat.”