I believe that all people allow the act of victimization to take lead in their lives without realizing or trying to stop it. You hear of another person's problems, automatically feel the need to salve their pain, so you make it your own. After a whil...
I refuse to stay a prisoner to my body. I am going to free myself.
Refusing to believe that change can occur at any moment is one of the worst of human failings.
Everything can change, fluctuate, go into reverse. They strike without much warning, it any at all. It is the curse of the human mind, convincing us that we live in a bubble safe from change.
Instead of channeling passion through my fingertips, I summoned the courage to channel it through my eyes.
Have you ever wanted something so desperately that you imagine it, day in and day out, until you have created an image of perfection that becomes the 'real thing'? Suddenly, all you have to live for is the image in your head that may not be real to a...
We sit together in the waiting room of one existence, waiting to be shuffled into the waiting room of the next. Not the existence of another lifetime, simply a different mindset, a different age, purpose, exile and a separate redemption. A separate w...
Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.
In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.
I want to release my soul from its prison cell, to silence the guards who tell me that I am not capable of living. Every voice that ever told me that I cannot achieve has, at this moment, become silenced. This cell is no longer my home.
A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!
He focused on the world before him; the illusions and the mysteries of the future haunted his eyes.
I am only doing this because I was asked. They tell me that, sometime in the future, I will thank them for pushing me this way. They say that one day, when all this is over, I will come to terms with who I am and where I came from. Not gonna happen.
Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.
I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.
There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.
The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.
Every man seeks the life he thinks he deserves.
