Thursday, April 9, 2015

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. 
Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another’s heart, 
or its flame burns low.

H.W. Beecher

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'When you commit to doing something, you make a promise to yourself. 
And when you break that promise out of laziness, discouragement, or fear, 
you are only cheating yourself. 
You are not “getting away with something.” 
You are only getting away from your own potential. 
When you commit to making your dream come true, that is the promise 
you simply decide to never, ever break. 
It doesn’t matter how many times you get discouraged, or exhausted, or frustrated, 
you just remember that you have not given yourself the option to quit. 
That is what commitment is — when the idea of ever stopping your efforts simply doesn’t exist. You have infinite patience and resilience because there is no other option. 
You have the ability to bear the pain and frustration because you must find a way to beat it. It doesn’t mean it won’t feel hard to press on — it might feel impossible,
 and yet you still find a way to keep going. 
You simply always press on. 
At a certain point, all your effort and energy and power is only directed towards your dream, and you no longer have to waste any energy on trying to motivate yourself to keep going.'

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Friday, April 3, 2015

People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. 
It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. 
Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.

Kathleen Winter

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. 
You can see very clearly two kinds of people. 
On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find … themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. 
Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. 
They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, 
because they’re too scared to get another one. 
They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. … they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. 
But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. 
Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. 
There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, 
and this is neither. 
This season is about becoming. 
Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, 
but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. 
Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee 
or climb in bed with your journal.
Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? 
… Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life 
that’s keeping me from moving forward?”
Now is your time. 
Walk closely with people you love, 
and with people who believe life is a grand adventure. 
Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. 
Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, 
and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Don’t check out. Don’t go back to sleep. The world desperately needs you — it needs your talents, your passion, your ideas, your voice.
Yes, these are hard times, dark times, strange times. Yet, something wonderful and raw is rumbling and singing and coming back to life.

Friday, February 6, 2015

You are not just here to fill space or be a background character in someone else’s movie. Consider this: nothing would be the same if you did not exist. 
Every place you have ever been and everyone you have ever spoken to 
would be different without you. 
We are all connected, 
and we are all affected by the decisions and even the existence of those around us.
David Niven 

Thursday, February 5, 2015

I will hold your hand when you are a pocketful of roses.
I will hold your hand when you are brittle falling leaves.
I will hold your hand when you are a ray of sunshine.
I will hold your hand when you are painful as ice.

Mark Dimaisip

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