There’s a drive in a lost soul—in one that is searching for acceptance, companionship, belonging, whatever you want to call it. The slightest coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something meaningful.
Nothing worse than someone who goes to the dance, is excited to dance, dances all night, and then complains all the next day about his feet being sore.
To exist here, I’ll have to become skilled in saying no—an art in which I was once well accomplished, but one I no longer care to practice.
When compared side by side, my days can barely be distinguished from one another. The only difference is what I do after work and with whom I do it.
Yet hopefully things are different now, and I'm moving on to something better rather than attempting to suck more out of the same stale situation.
I stepped closer to him and lowered my voice. 'If you could change one thing, what would it be?' He pulled the sheep pendant from his pocket. A question filled his eyes. I held out my hand. Riley placed it in my palm and I curled my finger around the...
All that remains is to forge the #commitment. Regardless of how right everything feels, words never last.
Rationalization is foreplay with one's conscience.
I’m like a fish in a pool, turning quickly to avoid what challenges it. My only decision is whether to go right or left to sidestep confrontation.
Don't let yourself get bored. Exist to question; question your existence.
Time doesn't age you; experience does.
What if you could just invent your family, your home, your life? You could. You could call Sunday Wednesday. Be awake and living at 3 a.m. Use T-shirts instead of sheets. Eat lettuce like an apple. Blow your nose on socks. Take four unrelated people ...
Fear can be a big motivator.
... I had realized my fears and acknowledged my mistakes.
Now I feel free, and hope is creeping back. Maybe because I'm paying attention to what I have rather than what's missing.
I have nowhere to go and no place I’m supposed to be. Am I lost or completely free?
You earn brotherhood—the purest friendship, trust, love, whatever you want to call it—moment by moment through how you treat others.
I am two people. One goes through the motions, rolling from one thing to the next; the other is withdrawn, watching a complete stranger.
The waves splash against my face, carrying a message: Welcome, you belong here.
Even the best buzz wears off, and you wake up more trapped than the day before.
