How low i think of myself when i believe others are being nosy when in fact they just wish to be apart of my life.

on what terms and what price.

being bird means never falling just choosing when to stop rising - lichthauch

"Unless the grain falls and dies it remains alone, but in dying it births forests, and this is the secret the living cannot grasp, that your death is not your ending but your multiplication, that what you clutch in your fist rots there, but what you bury in earth erupts into armies, and the man who refuses to die remains forever singular, forever small, forever afraid, while the man who embraces the grave becomes legion, becomes harvest, becomes the bread that feeds nations, for death is not the opposite of life but the womb of abundance, and the grain that will not break open, starves the world." - lichthauch

what you do to the least among men, in the end you do to yourself.

"The future belongs not to the careful but to the faithful, to those who plant seeds in winter and call it spring." - lichthauch

In the very end, you will be found out. The stories we tell ourselves will be stripped, left is the pure atoms of life. You must give up your story, so the goosebumps of truth remain.

“There’s no pillow as soft as a clear conscience.”

"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.