This isn't me. It's not you either.You need to take some time off. I will too. Enjoy your holiday. Enjoy the ones you're with. Enjoy the changing. Next year is your year.
I promise.
I'll speak to you again soon.
I love you.
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
This isn't me. It's not you either.
It's not about what you do. It's about who you are. It's not about who you are right now. It's about who you could be. It's not about what could go wrong. It's about what will go right. It's not about listening. It's about getting up and dancing.
Those above you, will one day be below you.
Why do you do what you do? Is it to impress those around you? Your family? Your friends? Your lover?
Failure is the universe’s way of telling you to either try harder or try something else. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Some days it seems like it'll never end. Like there's just too much to do.
Always have something to look forward to. Make something up right now. Something you want to do. Someplace you want to be. Someone you want to meet.
You may call this life whatever you wish to call it. An adventure. A challenge. A call to arms.
Learn four new things everyday. Something about yourself. Something about the people you love. Something about the world. And something about a stranger.
I followed you down beneath the earth, past the pipes and the steam. Down. Down. Down. Until it grew hot and light turned back, to the air. Down. Down. Down. Darkness joined us, following me, following you. Down. Down. Down. Until we reached the heart of a world that didn’t know it had one. Years later. I am not sorry I followed you. Only that I didn’t stay.
What you're looking for can be found when the sun rises and the dew is still wet on the leaves.
Walk and pick things up as you go. Nothing too heavy, nothing too light. Weigh each item against your soul and if it measures up, take it with you. If it makes you weary or it loses its significance, leave it behind for someone else to find.
The lift makes us all equals. Business men, super models, rock stars, poor people, strange people, you and me. We are all silent when confronted with each other.
You have eyes that see, ears that hear, a mouth that speaks and a brain that thinks.
You can sit there thinking about it for the rest of your life. That's death.
Blooming like a late night with fast cars and back seats. You mistook nature for human nature and didn’t even care.
There was a time when you felt at peace. In control.
Sometimes the sky looks like the sea. Sometimes the sea looks like the sky.
The Hi-hello-how-are-you?'s. The I'm-fine-and-you?'s. The slight nod of the head. The threads that bind you to everyone else. It's coded language for a constant reassurance.
You could just be a camera. A camera on two legs that films the things around it. Slowly recording the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and years as they pass.
There are moments of such pure, sublime, unparalleled perfection that they will force you to close your eyes and hold on to them as best you can.
You have been given a day. This day will be different. Because today you can do all the things you've always been afraid to do. You can feel the grass beneath your feet. See the sky overhead. The smell of fabric softener. The taste of coffee made by someone else.
You always made me feel bad for asking you for a lift. Now I pick up hitchhikers wherever I go. I take them right to their door. Even the prostitutes.
You called me over when I was young and told me you wanted to see how strong I was. I was eager to impress you so I obliged. You told me to put my hand in front of my face and try to keep it there, while you tried to pull it away.
Do it once. Then do it again. The more you write, the more you paint, the more you sing, the more you dance, the more you live, the better you get.
I pass you everyday. Our eyes meet every now and again and we nod our mutually agreeable greeting. Safely.