The hardest act to do sometimes is the simple thing. The mind, heart, and world can confuse you into seeing it all different. But the simple way is best.

you can't compete with someone who is having fun or has everything they already need in life.

Life is vast, full of happy details. You just have to find ways to allocate attention to them.

"imagine how terrifying you would be if you actually believed what you say you believe, if your faith moved mountains instead of just your mouth, if your prayers bent reality instead of just your knees, if your convictions carved kingdoms instead of just conversations, but you prefer being harmless, don't you, because power requires sacrifice and sacrifice hurts more than hypocrisy." - lichthauch

"Either increase your sacrifice or reduce your desire."

the only superpower in life is finding ways to be positive, everything else are delusional detractors taking you away from what are gifts.

We may very well be on borrowed time. Time is a thief.

"Dostoevsky, facing execution, in a letter to his brother... life is a gift"

"People often care about belonging more than they care about accuracy. We don't always believe things because they are factually correct. In many cases, we cling to beliefs that make us look good to the people we care about."

"Small men pray for things that rust." - lichthauch

Not having all the answers, a little mystery in life is a good thing.

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