You do not show up every night, but when you do, you always leave a pang of sadness and happiness at the same time.
When I was very young—around three—I’d kneel in front of my bed every night and beg God to stop giving me “the bad dreams.” He didn’t listen….
Start stepping out of your comfort zone every now and then and you’ll notice something wonderful – that adulthood is inherently laced with possibility.
If you crowdsource for something you yourself should be funding, you lack a lot of self-awareness and you’re f*cking selfish.
“Today is reduced to one question, how bad do you want it?”
Dreams are wonderful, but there is a difference between being a dreamer and realist.
Our dreams are like our unborn babies. We know we want to create it, but we don’t know why. We know we want to give birth to it, even if the path is not smooth sailing. And we love it to death, before it’s even born.
You are perfectly fine on your own, just you. No man will ever be able to love you like you can love yourself.
How to cut tomatoes.
“Standing in my living room, looking out the window, and I see a nuclear bomb go off near the horizon.”