It's Really Hard To Be

It Really Shocks Me When I Encounter People Who Think Kindness Doesn't Matter. Because I Think It's Pretty Much The Only Thing That Matters.

It's Hard To Explaining Exactly What Happened, But I Felt In That Moment That The Divine, However We May Choose To Define Such A Thing, Surely Dwells As Much In The Concrete And Taxi Cabs As It Does In The Rivers, Lakes, And Mountains. Grace, I Realized, Is Neither Time Nor Place Dependent. All We Need Is The Right Soundtrack.

An Obsessive Attention To The News, I've Realized, Only Serves To Paint A Picture Of The World As A Throbbing Blob Of Dysfunction, Most News Falling Somewhere On A Scale From Disappointing To Calamitous.

The Purpose Of Fiction Is To Combat Loneliness.

One Of The Secrets To Life Is Saying Yes To Change And Allowing Things To Transition, But I Also Think You Have To Mark The Time And Give Thanks For All That It Gave You.