Bodhisatta By Day

Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

Life is the memories you make, so you really need to decide what is worth your time and what isn’t worth your time, if you don’t you end up with memories that aren’t worth anything at all.

Sometimes stars align, sometimes they collide.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

The fact that someone else loves you doesn’t rescue you from the project of loving yourself.