Extract from the 6th Letter of Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet”

You shall not be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes, and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more heavily than usual. But if then you notice that it is great, rejoice because of this; for what (ask yourself) would solitude be that had no greatness? There is but one solitude, and that is great, and not easy to bear, and to almost everybody come hours when they would gladly exchange it for any sort of intercourse, however banal and cheap, for the semblance of some slight accord with the first comer, with the unworthiest.

But perhaps those are the very hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of springtimes. But that must not mislead you. The necessary thing is after all but this: solitude, great inner solitude. Going-into-oneself and for hours meeting no one—this one must be able to attain. To be solitary, the way one was solitary as a child, when the grownups went around involved with things that seemed important and big because they themselves looked so busy and because one comprehended nothing of their doings.

And when one day one perceives that their occupations are paltry, their professions petrified and no longer linked with living, why not then continue to look like a child upon it all as upon something unfamiliar, from out of the depth of one’s own world, out of the expanse of one’s own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation? Why want to exchange a child’s wise incomprehension for defensiveness and disdain, since incomprehension is after all being alone, while defensiveness and disdain are a sharing in that from which one wants by these means to keep apart.

Think, dear sir, of the world you carry within you, and call this thinking what you will; whether it be remembering your own childhood or yearning toward your own future—only be attentive to that which rises up in you and set it above everything that you observe about you. What goes on in your innermost being is worthy of your whole love; you must somehow keep working at it and not lose too much time and too much courage in clarifying your attitude toward people. Who tells you that you have one anyway?

I know your profession is hard and full of contradiction of yourself, and I foresaw your complaint and knew that it would come. Now that it has come, I cannot comfort you, I can only advise you to consider whether all professions are not like that, full of demands, full of enmity against the individual, saturated as it were with the hatred of those who have found themselves mute and sullen in a humdrum duty. The situation in which you now have to live is no more heavily laden with conventions, prejudices and mistakes than all the other situations, and if there are some that feign a greater freedom, still there is none that is in itself broad and spacious and in contact with the big things of which real living consists.

Only the individual who is solitary is like a thing placed under profound laws, and when he goes out into the morning that is just beginning, or looks out into the evening that is full of happening, and if he feels what is going on there, then all status drops from him as from a dead man, though he stands in the midst of sheer life. What you, dear Mr. Kappus, must now experience as an officer, you would have felt just the same in any of the established professions; yes, even if, outside of any position, you had merely sought some light and independent contact with society, this feeling of constraint would not have been spared you.

It is so everywhere; but that is no reason for fear or sorrow; if there is nothing in common between you and other people, try being close to things, they will not desert you; there are the nights still and the winds that go through the trees and across many lands; among things and with the animals everything is still full of happening, in which you may participate; and children are still the way you were as a child, sad like that and happy—and if you think of your childhood you live among them again, among the solitary children, and the grownups are nothing, and their dignity has no value.

Gestern Abend bestellte ich eine CD, Erscheinungsjahr 2025.

Heute Morgen bestellte ich eine weitere CD, Erscheinungsjahr 2003.

Was davon zeigt, dass ich alt bin?

Ist es, dass:

- ich gestern Abend eine von 2 CDs vergessen habe & deshalb 2x Versand bezahle?

- ich CDs kaufe?

- ich eine CD aus 2003 kaufe?

- ich Aufzählungen im Internet mache?

- JA!

#AdultLife

I remember on not cold days where the sun was out and ambient noises beckoned to enjoy the outdoors. The sense of hope after school was over. “What kind of adventures can be had today?”

Adulthood has slowly (but surely) turned into a mire of constant responsibility, anguish about life, and dread of the future.

#ExistentialDread #AdultLife #ChildhoodWonder

📝 Plot:
On the eve of her 30th birthday, a woman takes stock of her life, friendships, love affairs, and unfulfilled expectations. As anxiety, nostalgia, and humor collide, the film offers a light-hearted yet reflective portrait of adulthood, questioning success, happiness, and the fear of growing older in contemporary society.

#Comedy
#FrenchTVFilm
#AdultLife
#FrenchCinema
#AuSecoursJai30Ans

This is very good answer to the question of what you will be if you grow up. And the best thing is: You still can be outrageously happy when getting older. It's never too late.

And at least from time to time it will work. It may get better with practice. And sharing.

#growup #AdultLife #HappyMoment

Brain has five 'eras' with adult mode not starting until early 30s

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2025/nov/25/brain-human-cognitive-development-life-stages-cambridge-study

#HackerNews #BrainDevelopment #CognitiveScience #AdultLife #Stages #Neuroscience

Maintaining Adult Friendships Despite Busy Lives

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