A Collection of Perception

Perfection isn't something you reach, it's something you reach for.

Life, like beautiful music, is a song that you feel...a story you experience. We are composers of our own symphonies, writers of our own ballads, singers of our own blues.

Roughly 4 billion earth-like planets exist in our galaxy. Roughly 100 billion galaxies, at the very minimum, exist in our universe. Roughly 8 million species of animals exist on Earth, of which we believe we are the smartest because we have higher logical reasoning capabilities. To put this into perspective, there's almost a guaranteed chance that the dumbest species of animals on numerous other planets is still smarter than us. So next time you want to ask the questions "what's the point of life?", "why are we here?", "who is God?", just remember this: IT DOESN'T MATTER. You're probably too dumb to understand the answer anyways.

To choose to fight the biggest of battles, is to go to war with yourself...and win.

You want to help a few people? Give them something. You want to help the world? Revolutionize something.

If there is a possibility, no matter how small it is, it can be done...no matter how small you are.

What we want is not someone who asks us to stand on the ledge and risk falling. What we want is someone who stands on the ledge, ready to fall...so we can join them.

The 3 most important questions you should always ask yourself when setting out to achieve a goal: 1) What do you REALLY want to do? 2) Why do you REALLY want to do it? 3) How bad do you REALLY want it? When passion meets determination, impossible will meet its challenge.

My dad said that I shouldn't be fascinated with paper planes anymore because I'm an adult. I got responsibilities and more important things to do now. But he doesn't get it. Every time that paper planes hit the sky and the wind lifts it up and takes it away, I'm sitting in the cockpit, flying to paradise, far away from those responsibilities. It's not a childish fascination. It's a hopeless fantasy.

I'm a fine guy with a fine taste in things. I like fine wine, fine weed, and fine women. I don't like slutty or trashy clothing, because I'm into fine fashion. I like fine art, fine music, fine philosophies, fine cuisines, and fine dancing. I like fine conversations with fine honesty because fine people hold fine values. And no matter what is said and done, if you're fine with yourself, everything else is, and will always be...fine.

Nothing extraordinary exists in your little social bubble. Greatness cannot be achieved in your comfort zone.

The sky is the limit for most, for only a few should attempt to venture into space. Trying to reach the stars, I assure you, can be a very lonely place.

Live your life in calculated chaos. Do things you would never do before, things that scare you. But do them for a great purpose. For at the end of each scary, chaotic thing you do, you will have acquired one more necessary weapon to achieve your great purpose. Until the day you find yourself staring down at the unsuspecting world, whispering "brace yourself".

Some look at the mountain and think "wow, it's so tall". Some look at the mountain and think "wow, it's so steep." And some...are just too damn busy climbing it.

I used to have a few screws loose in my head, until I lost my head. I don't even know where my head is at anymore. :/

The way you walk. The way you talk. The way you smile or look at someone. Your hand gestures. Your body language. You're always telling a story. Your words, they're just a soundtrack.