fleeting

Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.

I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.

The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.

This is the real secret of life – to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.

You don’t get better on the days when you feel like going. You get better on the days when you don’t want to go, but you go anyway. If you can overcome the negative energy coming from your tired body or unmotivated mind, you will grow and become better. It won’t be the best workout you have, you won’t accomplish as much as what you usually do when you actually feel good, but that doesn’t matter. Growth is a long term game, and the crappy days are more important.

Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.

Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.

I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.

Why do you like thunderstorms?” “Because it shows that even nature needs to scream sometimes.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

I have so many empty journals. I think it’s because I’m so afraid to ruin their beautiful potential with my heart’s incredibly morbid and jumbled words. They should have genuine, flowing, transcendent words slowly and patiently scribed into their virgin pages. But maybe the journal that holds all my thoughts, nonsense and all is the most beautiful and ravishing of all.

Someone once told me that human beings have three dimensions: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you want others to see you. The closer the distance between the three dimensions, the more at peace you are and the more stable you become.

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

I’m stronger because I had to be. I’m smarter because of my mistakes. I’m happier because I’ve overcome the sadness I have known and I’m wiser because I’ve learned from my life.

It seemed like you could know me. Like you could understand anything I told you. And the more we spoke, I knew why. The same things excited us. The same things concerned us.