Die Welt, der beste Lehrer

„Was ist besser – ein Familienleben zu führen oder zurückgezogen zu leben?“, fragte ein Schüler.
Der Meister antwortete: „Man kann nicht sofort auf alles verzichten. Die Welt ist eine große Universität. Die Natur ist der beste Lehrer. In der Welt kann man Werte entwickeln wie Liebe, Barmherzigkeit und Anpassung. Das kannst du in einer Höhle nicht.
Auch kannst du dort nicht lernen, mit Kränkungen und Verlusten umzugehen und Selbstsucht und Ärger zu beherrschen. Ganz langsam, wenn du Gelassenheit, Mitgefühl und Mut entwickelt hast, kannst du dich für einige Zeit zurückziehen. Es ist nichts falsch mit der Welt."

Aus dem Buch "Sadhana" von Swami Sivananda

Paul Auster, City of Glass

...More than anything else, however, what he liked to do was walk. Nearly every day, rain or shine, hot or cold, he would leave his apartment to walk through the city -- never really going anywhere, but simply going wherever his legs happened to take him.

New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost. Lost, not only in the city, but within himself as well.

Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutatory emptiness within.
The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long. Motion was of the essence, the act of putting one foot in front of the other and allowing himself to follow the drift of his own body. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere.
And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.
New York was the nowhere he had built around himself, and he realized that he had no intention of ever leaving it again.

Rebel

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Jack Kerouac