thought

Sometimes when Im thinking there are so many strands going on that I lose track of them. I wonder about who I am, where Im going, what people think of me. In one minute Im cynical and pessimistic, and in the next I can be happy

to be a part of the human race.

regret I questioned every step I had taken, every moment and choice and internal-

ly, I felt wretched.

isolationv.

solitude

why would I go outside?

what does it have to offer me?

thoughts are the shadows of our feel-ings - always darker, emptier, and sim-

pler.nietzsche

Brightly and suddenly, he poured the champagne. His grin was fleshy but honest. Inwardly he thought of his mother, what she would think were she here. And of the prime minister, be-cause he fancied himself a political man, not above the law but certainly above the politicians, morally.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. out on the edge, you can see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.

v o n n e g u t

The world spins on no matter what we do, so why should I feel this way?

in the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. the process never ends until we die. and the choices we make are

ultimately our own responsibility.eleanor roosevelt

My fingers brush against the spine of a book on my small shelf. They are all dusty, but mostly in good condition. Hardly used, but they make me look sophisticated. For the longest time I found myself waiting. What for, I was not sure. For my life to begin, maybe.like a French philosopher, captured by ennui.

one isnt necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. we cant be kind, true, merciful, generous,

or honest.

angelou

Inevitably, after my bravado wore off, I found myself shaking

and my fingernails bitten to bits.In their eyes you knew

they were screwing you over, and they did it with a smile.

the Beautiful is what is well formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.

-burke

days fly, andsuns rise, andgrass crawls

forever on butthe innocent smileof a playful childforever remains

anticipation

The crowd had anxiously followed the fighter all season, at first ironically, and then eventually with full-fledged and unashamed support. But here he was, and most could agree that he had reached and passed his prime game. Everyone knew that this was where he would fall. They knew it in their hearts and yet they bit their nails and sweated and jumped and cheered in support for the young gladiator. But all the support in the world wouldn’t save this young gladiator, who waited in golden armor in the hot sun for his death by hungry lion.

amplified

s e l f - d o u b t brings you no closer to the

answerbut cry if you

need to...