| — | Hermann Hesse (via substancem) |
| — | Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game |
I’m looking for some people to help me out with a research paper. I’m planning to write a piece comparing Bolivian and U.S. Gross National Happiness (GNH.) As part of this I want to get some personalized data, not just generalized statistics. So I’ve come up with the idea of trying to find some people willing to share with me (at least) one week of personal journaling. I come to you all to ask for volunteers because I don’t want to employ anyone that I have personal relationships with, these relationships would naturally keep them from supplying the raw and honest data that I’m looking for. I’m hoping for a very detailed and truthful resource here. So I’d really want a vivid description of your personal relationships, your work life, your home life, your sex life, all your lives with all of the emotions admitted and explored. (the emotions are key here, if you haven’t figured that out.) I know it’s a lot to ask but who knows, you may have something to gain from it as well, and I’d greatly appreciate the favor and would be glad to share with you the finished product.
I’m looking specifically for 3 people.
One Student
One Parent
One Professional
The gender for each isn’t specific, but I do want it varied…
“Apply” by telling me which role you fill, your gender age and location, how long you’re willing to journal for and why you want to help me out. Reply to this post or send me a message.
*these diaries must be digital so they can be emailed to me at the end of the journaling period and the period, by the way, would be starting as soon as possible.*
Thank you all again for reading this, and a special thanks to those that are interested.
| — | Hermann Hesse, Demian (via substancem) |
You, my son, have much to learn about goals.
Rilke warned you about the wind that
Accompanies you on the winding road
That carries scents of a sweet future
That carries you onward towards that green hill.
But he failed to mention the anguish;
The doubt that holds your hand along the way
The curves that confuse your direction
The fear of failure that begs for failure
The voice calling you to turn around
The times when the goals are hidden behind
The mountain that has no clear-cut path
You don’t know yourself as a trailblazer
You don’t know yourself as a leader
You do not know that you write your own fate
In fact, you do not know much at all.
| — | Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse |
| — | Siddhartha |
| — | Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse |

