A Comfort of Thought

Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.

The thing about being an adult that no one tells you growing up is that you don’t feel like an adult. All your stupid insecurities and anxieties are still there, only you feel more stupid and insecure about being stupid and insecure because you’re not supposed be stupid and insecure anymore. You’re supposed have the answers. You’re supposed to know. But we don’t always know. And those answers? They’re not always easy to come by. Well you know what? I’m done feeling stupid and insecure about feeling stupid and insecure. The truth is, I think part of being an adult is that you stop waiting for yourself to change and you start to accept who you are.

I want to taste the glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain, and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and critcizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.

If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author.