March 11, 2020
The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.
So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.
Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.
I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it you will regret both.
Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.
What I want is to open up. I want to know what’s inside me. I want everybody to open up. I’m like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I’m sure of it.
I am a romantic, but I do put up a barrier around myself, so it is hard for people to get in and to know the real me.
People grow when they are loved well. If you want to help others heal, love them without an agenda.
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total […]
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.