Sometimes letting go of something is the only way of holding onto yourself.
The best five year plan: It won’t matter then.
Better an honest bigot
than a phony saint.
Lies can get you anywhere except closer to yourself.
The self-righteous interpret intolerance as innocence.
If all you consider is “-” or “+,”
your value will be what you’re “=” to.
Where our steps lead we cannot know, only that we take them.
All art maybe unnecessary,
but all that is unnecessary isn’t art.
If things were simpler, you’d be stupider.
Humankind weighs efficiency by skill, nature by necessity.
A word is like a feeling. Your comprehension makes all the difference.
That which lasts can’t be bought;
that which remains can’t be taken away.
Your limitations are self-imposed discrimination’s.
Every moment does not need to be an event to have meaning.
Magnitude is determined by one’s latitude.
In the heat of the battle,
improvisation is key.
Life replays what fate betrays.
Love is aspiration, not imitation.
The coward plays the blaming game
whilst the diligent sets things right again.
Humility is knowledge of the temporary.
In a world without definitions you could be anything.
A little perfection can be lethal.
Art without truth is impotent.
You can only save yourself.
The goal is not to stop making mistakes,
which is unrealistic, but to make smarter ones.
Your impression of the world is just that.
Only when we’re exhausted trying to fulfill what’s expected of us
can we glimpse what we’re innately drawn to.
Sometimes the simplest way to make a statement is not to make one.
What you acknowledge becomes what you value.
Your opinion gives it relevance.
Giving up what you have no use for is easy.
Giving up what you want but don’t need is wisdom.
Acclaim doesn’t necessarily signify artistry,
widespread acceptance being its undoing.
Similar reactions imply similar proclivities,
or in other words, the average.
There’s no motivation like guilt.
The irony that 70 times 7 concludes at the gates of hell,
yet even a mother would not abandon her murderous son.
There is no place for love in hell, which begs the question,
“What kind of love has an expiry date?”
Sensuality complements modesty (& vice versa).
That moment when you close your eyes
’cause what you feel is too beautiful to see.
Practitioner’s of right > Proclaimers of wrong
I like chaos… It’s the first rung towards capability.
I like pretense… It shows me my vulnerability.
I like failure… I laugh at it as it vanishes into nothing.