I think we are worlds compressed into human form.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?
Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.
Happiness or sorrow— Whatever befalls you, Walk on Untouched, unattached.
The person here now isn’t the real me. Fourteen years ago I became half the person I used to be. I wish I could have met you when I was whole—that would have been wonderful. But it’s pointless to think about that now.