The ways in which things are superficially similar but also distinct is interesting to me.
Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that
I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.
Maturity, as I conceived it, was recognizing what was bad or peculiar in life, admitting it has to stay that way, and going ahead with the best of things.
Most things don't stay the way they are for very long. I take nothing for granted and try to be ready for the change that's soon to come.
Most things don't stay the way they are very long.