To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live. To separate oneself from the burden, the angst, the anguish that we encounter every day. To say I am alive, I am wonderful. I am. I am.
The truth belongs to he who tells it, so what good is it, anyway?
No race has ever been won in the first corner,” he said. “But plenty of races have been lost there.” I.
When I am racing, my mind and my body are working so quickly and so well together, I must be sure no to think, or else I will definitely make a mistake.
The rain has been incessant. It feeds my soul. I feel that it washes over my body, and a part of me drips into the soil with the rain, and a part of me becomes the soil and is drank into the roots of these trees and I have become one with them.
Llorar ayuda porque lava el dolor.
Because the earth calls. The soil, the rocks, the clay. It calls to us to remind us, to make sure we remember. The earth will ultimately win. It always does. We will, all of us, end our lives here. Even the birds.
I’ll return your love, ” she says.“And I won’t look at you differently. And I’ll always be there to put something under your head so you don’t hurt yourself.
Inside each of us resides the truth, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the read thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion... We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look into ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us. Only then will justice be served.
We all play by the same rules. But some people spend more time reading those rules and figuring out how to make them work in their behalf.
But my thoughts turned to what he had just taught me. Such a simple concept, yet so true: that which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.
Faster, the wind presses against my face as I run, faster, I feel my heart beating wildly and I bark twice to tell him, to tell everyone in the world, to say faster! I bark twice so he knows, so he remembers. What I want now is what I’ve always wanted. One more lap, Denny! One more lap! Faster!
But I wondered why they had waited for Eve’s illness to make themselves available for companionship.
Growing old is a pathetic thing. it is full of limitations and reduction. It happens to us all, I know; but I think that it might not have to. I think it happens to those of us who request it. And in our current mind-set, our collective ennui, it is what we have chosen to do.
We must look into ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, and stands before us. Only then will justice be served.
With your mind power, your determination, your instinct, and the experience as well, you can fly very high.” –.
Knowing that another path might have been easier for him to travel, but that it couldn’t possibly have offered a more satisfying conclusion.
The race is long. To finish first, you must first finish.
So he didn’t fall hopelessly into the bottle, the refuge of the weak and the maudlin.
Just because the light is green doesn’t mean you shouldn’t look both ways before stepping into the street.