Echoes.

Sometimes I think I can hear the author’s voice when they speak these words; I can hear their fears, their excitement, their vulnerability.

“I happen to believe the world will change only when we change ourselves. And that starts with finding ourselves. And that starts with listening to ourselves: learning to quiet the clamor in our minds and the voices of everyone around us and move toward what feels right- towards the things we know, for reasons we can’t explain, that we’re meant to do, the things that make us feel alive.”

“Know what’s important to you, and stick with it. A lot of people get caught up on titles, pay, or cachet, and lose sight of what—and who—inspires them to do great work. Continually think about the mark you leave.”

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

“While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together.”

“When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.”

Variance.

Maybe it’s all the Arthur Conan Doyle i’ve been reading, or maybe it’s just a ghost in the night. But, I’m finding oddities here:
An empty apartment, an exhilarated mind.
A full fridge, an empty body.
No sleep, awake at the possibilities.
A warm room, but a cold heart.
A busy city, a lonely day.
The things I want to do, the person I am.

Desire.

We all deserve chances; you never know when that something can change.

Defined.

‘You’re a watchful guy. You know where that comes from?’ I shook my head. ‘It comes from feeling out of place,’ he said. ‘Believe me. I know.’

Importance.

“…Prestige is like a powerful magnet that wraps even your beliefs about what you enjoy. It causes you to work not on what you like, but what you’d like to like. Prestige is just fossilized inspiration. If you do anything well enough, you’ll make it prestigious.”
So, do what you like, and let prestige take care of itself.

Archaic.

You have to let yourself go on. Our minds hold us back from so much; they shade the perseverance trying to shine through. But, having strength isn’t easy either.
This year I let go of a balloon to represent anger, distrust, and death. I symbolically let go of things that were holding me back; poisons in my life.

Drained.

It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
I miss the way things use to be, and it’s always so sad to see what has changed in a year 😦

Abandon.

“People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things – where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance – but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget… There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.”

I never thought cutting ties would be so hard. But, you can’t go back. You’re not suppose to look back.

I’m too far gone.

Affliction.

It’s the things we love most that destroy us.

Reading.

I think books have always appealed to me because when you pick it up you’re picking up someones imagination or experiences or knowledge. You’re tapping into someone’s brain, which could possibly be the closest thing to ‘mind reading’ the human race will ever come close to. And, when you’re reading about characters and their dilemmas or their success, you can’t see them. You have no idea what they actually physically look like. You find out you love the character because of their actions, their words, and their thoughts. You tap into their soul. I feel this way about attraction; there’s just something you can’t define.