sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and let the story of your life play itself out. no judgment, no reserve, no fear, no questions - it just is. and perfectly so.
the cure for love? more love. buckets of it.
show me, but also tell me. the power of putting words into existence is incomparable. words make it real.
“ In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. ”
ralph waldo emerson
“ Man is his own star; and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate;
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. ”
Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s Honest Man’s Fortune
drugs. of various kinds.
invest in yourself. time, money, energy, care, compassion. always always. the things, activities, and people we invest in aren’t the same as the mind, body, and spirit we live inside of each and every single day.
man. the tricks our minds play. damn damn damn. one little switch and the same world isn’t the same in our brain. and thus, perception is reality. my perception needs to fall back and chill for a minute.