Quote-worthy.

You are not defined by who you were. You are defined by who you are.

In every moment lies a choice.

So... who do you want to be?

An Extended Hand

I noted the intent, somewhere along the line, that I wished this to be raw, unfiltered. It has become, instead, just weird. Where is the line between a personal journal and turning the myriad parts of my life into something others would enjoy reading? I do not want to come to this place, and write "I'm sad," but neither do I want to ignore the great power that that emotion has over me.

There is a model of a human's emotional being that I find appropriate in these moods. This model likens us to glasses of water with dirt at the bottom. If we stay still, in stagnation, that dirt never rises, and continues to pollute the purity of the glass. However, whenever we get a good shaking, the dirt starts to swirl around, infecting every aspect of our emotional being, and for a time we have no choice but to face the realities of the shit piled up within us. But then the shaking might stop, the dirt settle, and life becomes almost-crystal-clear again.

I would so much rather live a life where I could never see through myself to the other side.

Too often do we get stuck in lethargy, too often do we sit back and let the world act around us, too often do we hesitate to act because the fear of failure holds us back.

There is a fear that if I seize the world, the weight of it will crush me.

Let it.

In each day let there be an intention.

Appropriate advice.

Listerine-bleached letters lie lethargic, lonely, LED-lit.

Logic lies.

Listen.

Lords & ladies lift lurid lenses, look.

"Let loose! Learn! Lavish lovely ladies!

Laugh.

Love.

Live."