dead end

You are who you are. No one can dictate your needs, not even yourself.. You can't find someone you want to spend all your time with, or someone you want more than anything, and that someone to also be spontaneously fantastically what you need, at that point in time, with who you are at that moment. That's why they say, 'it didn't work out,' not 'we didn't work out'.. It's because despite the effort from you, or from him - or if you're lucky, from the both of you - what you want is not always what you need..

see right through

In your lifetime you will wonder whatever made you say what you just said to someone you barely know, and you'll utter words you're not supposed to say to someone you love... You'll learn to breathe deeply, so u can either shout louder or calm your senses.. You'll love yourself the way no one else can, not even your mother, and you'll curse yourself for something you do habitually. You'll think yourself ugly even when someone tells you you're amazing, and you'll hate someone for saying the truth.. You'll lie and you'll curse and you'll cheat and be frustrated about everything and you'll do things you didn't think you'd do, but you'll also learn to have faith, and to pray, to forgive yourself, and to be curious about everything again, and when something bad happens, you'll find yourself wondering what was it that you're supposed to learn...

proportions

the great thing about men who aspire to be great is just that. they aspire to be great.

still

You know you're right where you're supposed to be when you ask yourself why not everyone else is doing what you're doing.

unfazed

There's a world that runs parallel to ours. It is where ideals of this world come from. Where whispers of a promise are abundant, where words are thoughts said out loud, where nothing has to be hidden from the view of another, and where everybody aspires to be greater than what he already is. It's a promise, it's change unceasing and purpose fulfilled. It's where everything knew its place in the world, and everything was deliberate and determined. It's where nothing aspires to be above everyone and everything, and yet everyone is unique. It's a dream for us and that's how it'll always be. Because while we aspire and we toil and attempt to move mountains, as we curse the world and all the forces that are against us, it'll always be our own weakness that brings us down.

feel

Sometimes the most real of emotions are those that have no evident factor. A tear that is shed because it has to, a contempt of all things without rationality, a fondness that defies thought. And there are those rawest of emotions that lose their genuiness when said out loud, like a intimate secret between two souls that was spilled out to an unforgiving crowd.

cry

There is a need for us to cry... Despite the heartache that causes it, the misery that comes before it, the heart-wrenching pain that makes you wonder if one little heart can hold that much hurt in itself, even at those times we can only hold on to our tears.. because it's at those times - the times when you feel your heart is about explode - when we feel irrefutably alive...

bad habit

We like to set ourselves up for disappointment... We create expectations that are unrealistic and hope they come to life. And when they don’t we blame others for their shortcomings and don’t quite see ourselves the way we really are..

empty

You know how it is to wait and wait?... To have your heart set on something and not know whether you’re waiting for something or nothing?... To believe so much and then to have your heart broken, not out of frustration, really, but out of utter emptiness?...

daze

I’m afraid that while I try to touch the things I know I need to experience, I miss other more material and proximate things precisely because they’re right in front of my face. So how do I know, the things that are made known to me, the things I find in books and acquire from other people’s knowledge, are those that I really ought to know?

constraint

We are all victims of our time… And it’s the same knowledge that sets us apart from others in our own – recognizing that we are, in fact, prisoners, yet we might as well not be, if only we acknowledged it.

absolute

If the line between thought and words did not exist, I wonder how the world would be... If everybody thought aloud, would we all absolutely hate each other, or love one another beyond all doubt?

desolate

Do you ever feel lonely being in the company of friends?.. Frustration, depression – you can hide away from these things. But the knowledge - that no matter how many lives you come to know, or how many people you meet, in the end, no one can really, truly alleviate your loneliness – is the most tragic story of all.

Live Deliberately

Live Deliberately.

Henry David Thoreau, that great naturalist, philosopher and author said this in his book, Walden.

I don't think I ever heard a more sound advice than this... Too often we let our lives live us.

It answers so many questions. And invalidates so many excuses. Excuse for being complacent, as well as for being cynical. For being pessimistic, and for being a grumbler. For not standing up after a fall, and for being self-indulgent. For being indolent, and for being discontent. For being undecided and impulsive. For being misled or misdirected. For being superstitious and self-righteous. For clinging to bad habits and to the worse parts of yourself simply because that's how you are, that's how you've always been...

It invalidates hiding behind closed doors after a failure. It invalidates having to project something other than yourself to other people. It invalidates holding on to your past, or postponing the future. It invalidates passivity and indifference. And partiality and prejudice. Because nothing, not what your neighbor thinks of you, not your past, not even fame, nor wealth, not recognition, is more important than living the life of your dreams..

outer space

I dream of elation, and exhilaration, and a surge of excitement. Someplace where I can finish everything that I have started, actually keep clean things that I have cleaned, and fulfill my desires without guilt, or hesitation, or being weighed down by unnecessary thoughts. Somewhere I can be as quirky I can be, somewhere I can have all the time in the world, somewhere I don’t dwell about my regrets and the people who have hurt me, somewhere you can combine reason and creativity seamlessly, somewhere nobody has to rush, or to cram for anything. A place where I can be free. To think, to do, to react, to say, and to plan out anything and everything.

climbing up a stage

Most experiences affect you in some way. Some can touch you. Few can inspire you. But fewer still can instill a permanent awakening – one so abrupt, so radical, that it makes you question your very perception of the world and of yourself.

ghost

I had you. Right in my hands. But you kept slipping through my fingers. You were there, but then you were gone. Would I ever know if I ever had you at all?...

care for

man wastes way too much energy thinking about what other people will say. he grows up in fear of his parents' disapproval. then he grows up some more to find he can't live without the acceptance of his peers, from the people he associates himself with down to what he wears. early on he comes to know of this valuable thing he must protect at all costs - reputation. he then grows up some more to find his neighbor and colleague have a lot to say about his propriety and his image.
maybe, without all the fuss and the worrying that accompany self-consciousness, there'd be more than enough time and motivation for us to do what we were meant to do in the first place - live the life of your dreams... the way you determine it, the way you decide it, the way you and only you would do it, in your unique, albeit weird, albeit unconventional, way, but one that you could truly call your own

race

We only have one chance to live it out in this world. Would you spend it blaming yourself for passing some great opportunity, or thinking about how things might have been if only you tried harder or did it differently?..

Or would you embark on the journey of your choice, falling down, scrambling up walls, & brushing yourself up after a bad fall, in the adventure of a lifetime - that ultimately leads to yourself, making it worth every heartache and every letdown you ever had?..

magical

Right now someone’s heart is being broken, someone’s realizing he’s in love, someone’s making love for the first time, someone’s having the worst day of his life, someone’s having a life-changing experience, and someone’s fulfilling a dream. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.

crazy

What's crazy love? It’s finding that your favorite place is in him. It’s honestly not caring what other people think, as long as you’re his and he’s yours. It’s not taking your hand off of his, even though you would think it tacky. It’s realizing you will never bore of this person. It’s gushing at his affirmations even though you’ve heard it thousands of times before. It’s having his arm around you and knowing you’re right where you want to be. It’s saying thank you without knowing what for, or why. It’s coming to know yourself more. It’s finding pleasure in him saying your name. It’s smiling like a crazy ass at random moments, just because you thought of him. It’s wanting his nearness, and his company, his voice, and his person, and demanding it from him. It’s saying what’s inside you without editing your thoughts. It’s passionate arguments about nothing and everything. It’s finding every reason for anything at all, in him. It’s looking at him, and seeing him in all his shame and glory. It’s not quite getting at the answer, but discovering fascination in the mystery. It’s finding that you value his thoughts and opinion, and finding pleasure in your clashes and bashes.

extraordinary

I never believed in magic, not even as a kid…Because I never really understood it. Now I realize there is such a thing. Not the magic of fairies and faraway places, but the magic that is innate and yet so elusive… That magic of tears and of laughter, of a first kiss, of memories, of little surprises and big bashes, or freebies, of hardships and true friends… Best of all, the magic of finding someone you could share yourself with, heart and soul, and who would share his with you…

infinitely

You’re the only one who can make my heart leap like this, you make the 24th kiss feel like the first, you make me excited about seeing you every time, you make me lose all sense of time, you make me not care about what other people think, you mean every kiss, every word, every minute spent with me.

desperate

When you truly love someone, you realize how fragile it is that which you’re holding on to…That the picture could easily break into a thousand pieces and that you could easily find yourself alone and desolate... Maybe that’s why people in love seem so desperate and never wanting to let go of the one thing that makes them feel truly alive…

you

I have this belief that we are imperfectly perfect for each other. How else would you explain sudden smiles from desperate situations, or laughs I didn’t know I had, or prayers coming from the heart but said not for myself, or worries that are unfounded yet most persistent, or unusually silly behavior, or long moments with no talk but with tons of sentiment, or happiness happening before you even realize it…?

surreal

Would you settle for something to have everyone saying you have something, or wait for eternity for something that exceeds all your previous perceptions about what’s real and beautiful…?

confound

If I knew who I was, would I question the things I do?

If I could see everything so clearly, would I ever get frustrated or angry?

If we could see the world as one big picture as God can, would that answer all questions? Would we have no need for thought or reasoning?

insignificant

How do I know that my experience of the world is significant? What’s the purpose of life if no matter how I lived my life, there will come a time when no one will remember my name, as if I never lived at all?

friend

There are these two people who’ve been with me all my life. One knows what’s right, issues the warnings, keeps a list of my regrets, and protects me more. The other one knows what I want, is more persuasive, has a richer experience, has favorites, is more intuitive, and knows me better. I never would want to let go of any one of them, but if I had to, I probably know who I’d choose.

mindless

I believe we have need for a certain amount of insanity… Otherwise we’d be as good as robots mindlessly going about our everyday duties, without thought or feeling or empathy or learning or growth… We might not have quarrels as well, but what would we do without reconciliations…?

crash

man loves for many reasons. you may love a person for his gift, or his personality, or his intentions. but only you can love yourself for every reason possible. no matter how much other people may seem into you, only you can love yourself wholely and unconditionally. so go ahead, risk life & limb for someone you treasure. just leave something for yourself, so you don't leave yourself wilted & dry when that one person suddenly decides to stop loving you back.

claim

I live for the present. I am a creature of the now. Yet I can say that yes, the future matters, because that is where I get to keep him. He’s inside me, and he’s mine for the taking. I surrendered the battle a long time ago, because he’s my fulfillment, I’ve already won my prize. And he calls me his. It’s all I need to hear.

about you

sometimes all it takes is one person to make it right. even if all alse gets fucked up - your job, relationships, your goals - when that one person says everything will be alright, things can actually make sense to you.

everything but you

it's easier to rationalize everything than to accept one thing

fall

i think we're all standing on a strand of delicate thread. we barely manage to stand on our own feet. i think that's what makes it hard for us to reach out to other people - we risk a greater chance of falling.

jumping planets

you may not know it, but your hand can reach as high up as your mind, and your heart, can. you'd be surprised to learn you can lift 9 times your own weight. and contrary to popular belief, you have the ability to break your own heart. other people can trample on your one little heart, but only if you want them to.

fate

what is your spirit? mine searches for truth. it searches for beauty. and the ability to transform great ideas into fruitful consequences.. it searches for harmony, and serenity, and the single most important knowledge - that we cannot evade our fate. because there is no fate. there is only you, your God, and the world as your stage.