My flaws and imperfections make me perfectly incomplete.
If we have touched another's life with our action and through our words then we have lived.
We all have the greatest potential. Life is about finding it, embracing it and then learning to be with it in the world without fear of prejudice or judgment.
We don't really need great amounts of anything. We just need a little of something great.
Sometime we must visit old memories to make new ones.
Is this not the reason I write, to leave a piece of me behind?
Sometimes we must forge distance to gauge clarity in our vision and perception.
Thoughtful minds grow, in the sharpened awareness of those who have lived life; through love, curiosity and tragedy.
Thoughtful minds grow, from the sharpened awareness of those who have lived life; through love, curiosity and tragedy.
Having high resilience does not mean it doesn't sometimes sting.
A story is inside of us all. Each word and sentence is alive and we grace the pages to keep it from dying.
I write to taste life twice; to savour the flavour of sweet times gone by, or spit out the bitterness before it multiplies.
If you could hear the angels pen your deeds... what would you be doing with your life?
Negativity only breeds more negativity. I wish to not allow it to enter my heart and not for it to take harbour. It may make itself a home and never leave.
In knowing you I, discovered my self.
A whisper of selflessness echos boundlessly.
It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.
In the shade of words sits life itself.
What good is a fragile spirit, as when touched, shatters into a thousand pieces.
