The self within us that we have always been, that has been waiting, waiting and sleeping inside of us all along. This is worth celebrating.
In a real fairytale, the young man realizes that he kind of found his princess a bit too soon – I mean, there are still lots of kingdoms he wanted to check out on his own, before actually going back and settling down.
When you are living from a place centered on self-awareness it is easy to have no regrets. Sure, there are memories from freshman year that I no longer would do or say or enjoy, but part of being self-aware is also recognizing that you are not a stagnant being.
Traveling puts you in tough situations and you realize that the world does not revolve around you. You also realize that the world is so much bigger than your perspective on things.
I owe it to myself to try and find her again, be her, and give her back to everyone else.
There’s nothing to be afraid of if you do everything with the purpose of getting closer to yourself.
My diction has become rusty, my words no longer sophisticated and grandiose. The feeble words I have left are simplistic and raw, no longer pretentious or guarded.
To be clear on what we want, we have to search inside. Only our internal compass can determine if we’re on our true path. That compass is only activated when we know who we really are.
I no longer think my purpose in this world is to write. I think it’s to love.
The color you wear most often.