"The father plants trees he will never climb and the son climbs trees he did not plant, and somewhere in this sacred exchange lies the mystery of time itself - how a man becomes eternal not by living forever but by teaching another man to die well, and when the son finally understands that his father's silence was not absence but presence compressed into granite, that his father's hands were not empty but full of invisible seeds, then he becomes the father, then he plants the trees, then he learns the terrible beautiful weight of loving someone into tomorrow." - lichthauch

how disgusting it is 'performing' for other people's vanity.

"This sounds really simplistic but it still shocks me how few people actually practice this. It’s a struggle to practice this. Steve was the most remarkably focused person I ever met in my life. Focus is not something you aspire to. You don’t decide on Monday “I’m going to be focused.” It’s an every minute “Why are we talking about that?” *This* is what we are working on. You can achieve so much when you truly focus. One of the things Steve would say [to me] because he was worried I wasn’t focused — he would say how many things have you said no to? I would tell him I said no to this. And I said no to that. But he knew I wasn’t interested in doing those things. There was no *sacrifice* in saying no. What focus means is saying no to something that with every bone in your body you think is a phenomenal idea, you wake up thinking about it, but you say no to it because you are focusing on something else.”

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”

Comes the morning when I can feel That there's nothing left to be concealed Moving on a scene surreal Know my heart will never Will never be far from here Sure as I am breathing, sure as I'm sad I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh I leave here believing more than I had And there's a reason I'll be A reason I'll be back As I walk the hemisphere I've got my wish to up and disappear I've been wounded, I've been healed Now for landing, I've been landing, I've been cleared Sure as I'm breathing, sure as I'm sad I'll keep this wisdom in my flesh I leave here believing more than I had This love has got no ceiling

i use music to evoke emotion.

Anger is the part of yourself that loves you the most. It knows when you are being mistreated, neglected, disrespected. It signals that you have to take a step out of a place that doesn’t do you justice. It makes you aware that you need to leave a room, a job, a relationship, old patterns that don’t work for you anymore. Learn to listen to your anger and make it your best friend. Then it'll leave.”

i am the storm and it's eye all in one.

The most difficult subjects can be explained to the most slowwitted man if he has not formed any idea of them already; but the simplest thing cannot be made clear to the most intelligent man if he is firmly persuaded that he knows already, without a shadow of doubt, what is laid before him. Leo Tolstoy, 1897

Are we the source or the flow from the source?

“What changes you isn’t the wave, it’s the erosion”

nobody would be the same if you can afford to be different.

You won't have or find perfect, but nearly perfect is a rare opportunity you have grab by the balls.

a task in life is to love and be loved.

How species resolve dispute is everything in survival. Perhaps a contributing factor homosapiens outpaced other bi-pedal apes was them stumbling upon barter/money where dispute is softened.

every story has been told, repeated, lived and relived over and over again. nothing new is under the sun but just the recombination of atoms in different ways.

Warren Buffett: "I would focus on the things that have been good in your life — rather than the bad things that happen. Bad things do happen, but it can often be a wonderful life."

"Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire​."

​"O, flare thy wild nostrils, and welcome the day! Onward! And upward! Come what will, come what may."

sometimes i wonder how much pain is forgotten, unspoken, erased.