Wisdom's Diary

Those years weren’t lost. They simply weren’t the way I’d planned them.

…It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

I like to think the world wasn’t ready for me, but maybe the truth is that I wasn’t ready for the world. I’ve always arrived too late for my life.

There is a difference between someone who has a fire behind their eyes and someone, who is on fire.

Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don’t have to be just a character, going whichever way the story says. It’s knowing you could be the author instead.

The belief that one’s own view of reality is the only reality is the most dangerous of all delusions.

A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a genius can inspire you but only you can save yourself.

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of few.