A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.
I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.
Maybe the best we can hope for is that those we leave behind find comfort in knowing, that we’re born out of love, and not science. That biology explains the how, but love explains the why.
This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
We’re all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to be explained.
I’ve been shot down so many times I get altitude sickness just from standing up for myself.
We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them.
I accept any challenge, so challenge me.
Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.
Effort is the siamese twin of success.
That’s what we were told – stand up for yourself. But that’s hard to do if you don’t know who you are.
Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.
Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.
To discover the thing you’re brilliant at you first have to endure realizing all the things you’re average at.
My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.
I was never meant to be this thing...
Scrape the grey sky clean, realize that every dark cloud is a smokescreen meant to blind us from the truth.
You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.
Having seen TED from a distance, I always thought if ever there was a place for someone like me, the outcasts, people who maintained who they are despite being told what they were, it was TED.
I make a good living doing what I do.