I promise you that there will never be a perfect time to do anything in life.
Over the last twenty-three years life has spoken to me. It has spoken to me through heartache, through hardship, through joy and celebration.
Don’t talk to me about the weather. Don’t tell me about the forecast and how it calls for rain, or how you’re terrified that winter will arrive earlier than expected.
You are strength. You are vigor and ruthlessness that fights every single day to achieve and love.
We are not incomplete human beings, and there is no one in the world who is going to fill the voids of our soul other than ourselves.
As much as we convince ourselves that we are open minded, a lot of people approach relationships from a fixed state of thinking that is fueled by pre-existing notions and ideas.
Your adventure comes in the form of a metaphysical one, a transformation within the realm of possibility, for the true artist does not live by physical means – he lives wedged between the higher and subordinate worlds, the horizon and the sky, the grey area we so often stop ourselves from entering due to apprehension and a need to hold on to comfort so tightly that it might as well turn to dust within our hands.
No, when I say “kill yourself” I want you to hear: kill your parents. Slay the expectations they implanted within you, choke the traditions they noosed to your spine.
Do not chase another human being. Instead, chase your curiosity.
There are moments that will stay with you, words that will stick. You cannot let these define you – they were simply moments, they were simply words.