The stars shine above a sea of clouds. I cannot see them, but I take comfort in their presence, nonetheless. Late nights are rare in this chapter of my life, I strive for early morning darkness instead of late evening. But I cherish their silence. Late nights are a time for reflection, for strong brown drink, for planning. Different from a crisp morning full of potential, nights are full of unkempt dreams and gut wrenching longing. They speak to what could have been, and tickle the mind as to what can still be.
“HOW CAN WE EXPECT RIGHTEOUSNESS TO PREVAIL WHEN THERE IS HARDLY ANYONE WILLING TO GIVE THEIR-SELF UP INDIVIDUALLY TO A RIGHTEOUS CAUSE? SUCH A FINE SUNNY DAY, AND I HAVE TO GO, BUT WHAT DOES MY DEATH MATTER, IF THROUGH US THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE ARE AWAKENED AND STIRRED TO ACTION?”
grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
enjoying one moment at a time;
accepting hardships as the pathway to peace
My love for you is an ocean. Many things in life are trivial, trite, and fleeting. Let my love be the tides. Let it be the warm kiss of the sea’s warmth in the tropics. Let my love be steadfast as a glacier, monumental as an iceberg, infinite as the sandy shores. May you know that my heart’s content near you is as the beating of waves upon your shore. It is as passionate as a tempest, filled with wrath for any who wrong you. My love covers the depth and breadth of all the oceans on earth and to the skies above.
I love you.
“Follow your passion”
“If you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.”
“Do what you love.”
We need to work, as much as that sucks. We need to make money and support ourselves so we can have shelter, eat, and be safe. The money we make in exchange for work performed is then exchanged for goods and services that others create. It’s a good system. However, many people will tell you to follow your passions, to do what you love.
I totally disagree.
Here’s my problem with that method; it only works for a very, very few. In some cases, you can’t support yourself doing what you love. And, 5 years from now (or 10, or 30), are you still going to have the same fervor for what you’re doing?
I don’t want to come to hate my passions. Instead, I’d prefer to love my passions, and work at doing what I’m good at.
It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
i deleted facebook today.
time is precious, and what i choose to put in front of my eyes is what my brain will focus on. fewer screens, less trash, less pointless noise.
more activities, more hobbies, more time with those i love, more experiences.
divest from that which occupies me, invest in that which i choose to define me.