What is it to be born into utter beauty and noticing every detail, despite circumstances and challenges to the contrary?

I'm not asking for a good day. I'm demanding it.

When you yell, you are an impatient bully. When you yell, you are unwell. Rest.

I couldn’t find the meaning so I looked for the magic. It turned out it was everywhere so that worked out.

Everybody thinks they can detect everyone else's bullshit until they're choking on said bullshit.

Should authentic be so common as faces on people, you’ll have nothing but rich and robust stories, great conversations, and all work, a piece of art.

If you remove the story of a person and let only the eyes float like a pair of mating birds against the blue of the sky, wouldn’t love automatically spring out of you to meet them halfway?

There's a bird singing outside this morning. It must be oblivious to today's obligations and busy schedule.

the only thing cooler than not caring about something is caring about something

Thirst is the main agenda. Growth is incidental.

There’s a steady rain falling. Meet me at the bookstore. We’ll sit in those big, soft chairs there in the back & read silently together.

In being authentic, you broke down the tunnel, and stared the light in the eye.

The fire in the belly can be a candle flame or a mountain high flare, useful if scaled to equal productivity by good old sense.

Do nothing until I run out of grapes. At which point, bring me more grapes.

Dead to the light is merely the sleep hour. Give in to the yawn.

Anything extra is in fact a deficit

A random thing someone told me once that I now think about constantly:

If you feel like you hate everyone, eat.

If you feel like everyone hates you, sleep.

If you feel like you hate yourself, shower.

If you feel like everyone hates everyone, go outside.

You earnestly walk. Irrespective of inadequate shoes and not even a remote idea of how long or how far the walk into the pasture of meaning would be.