Friday, April 25, 2008

The Weeping And Laughing

Let’s pray and sing and dance for a while. Let me sing a song about you while we dine. Let’s remember to forget and forget to remember. Let’s touch the sky and kiss the ground and weep while we laugh because you mean so much while the world can mean so little.

Let’s do these things, you and I, for time is short and short is the time.

And tomorrow, we can do it again. If you’d like.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The Things We Leave Behind

Remember what happened. But know that you cannot move forward while looking backwards.

Monday, April 21, 2008

The Idea

Your own ideas are the best ideas. Because only you can see them clearly enough to explain them to the world.

Use them more often.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

The Thinking of Things

The more you think about it, the more power you give it.

Friday, April 18, 2008

The Path We Walk

Just follow them and you will be ok. I don't know how you feel right now but I know how I feel. Hopefully, that will be enough.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

The Passing of Time

You are an end product of time. And time will always take its toll. Never regret the price you pay to become who you are.

I have more faith in you than a mountain of mustard seeds.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

The Thunder God

I told you religion is nothing but myths and fairytales.

You said “But do you really want to live in a world without myths and fairytales?”

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Apart

Avoid people who tell you that you must live apart from your heart.

Art is found in the heart.

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Thought Wall

Some thoughts will chase you from your childhood to the end of the house and back again. They'll sit there, hanging in the cobwebs, waiting to be thought back to life. Hiding in the walls. The smell of a book. The way the light shines at a certain point in the day.

But there are other thoughts, new thoughts, that can take the place of old thoughts. Think them well and often.

Friday, April 11, 2008

The Twins

In you I see myself. In you, I see everything. My reflection.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Haunting

Sometimes the night is dark and stormy. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine.

And when that happens, you want to turn to the last page. Don't. You'll ruin the story.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

The People We Are

You are negligible. You are critical. You are poor. You are rich. You are angry. You are sad. You are ok. You are great. You are. You are. You are.

You are whoever you think you are.

Who do you think you are?

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

The Art of Feeling

You feel this way today. You will feel different tomorrow. Cycles and waves. Repeating into eternity.

Monday, April 7, 2008

The Red

When hurt turns red and a piece of your heart is missing. When the cold bites deep and you’ve got that feeling like you just got out of surgery. When the only way to stay sane is to concentrate on anything else but how you feel. When you count the tiles in the ceiling. When you push the earphones closer. When the first day of winter arrives. When you remember every nuance of every word of every time. When all this happens.

Embrace it. Feel every feeling. Cry every tear. Sob every sob. Because this is what it feels like to have loved.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

The Lessons Taught

Mourn the things you lose. Celebrate the lessons they taught you.

And know that this too shall pass.

The Playing

Every time you win, someone else has to lose. Don't play to win. Play to play.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Way We Wait

You don't need to worry.

The end is in sight.

Friday, April 4, 2008

The Songs We Sing

The question you've got to ask yourself is, when they get out the car and their song comes on, do you pause it and wait for them to come back. Or just let it play.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

The Shades

The things we have in common will keep us together. But the differences between you and I, that's what makes life fun.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Beauty

If love and beauty were easy to find, they would not exist.

Chaos and sadness exist in order for you to find the love and beauty in them. So that love and beauty mean something.

It's meant to be hard.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Search

In the house of truth, you will find beauty. In the house of beauty, you will find nothing.