For bitter or worse...

Happiness vs unhappiness

In this life, we have to make many choices. Some are very important choices... Some are not... 

Many of our choices are between good and evil. The choices we make, however, determine to a large extent our happiness or our unhappiness, because we have to live with the consequences of our choices.

A certain amount of impatience may be useful to stimulate and motivate us to action. 

However, I believe that a lack of patience is a major cause of the difficulties and unhappiness in the world today.

My dark secrets are life threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build. I have this primitive feeling that if something good happens, it is going to be followed by something bad. There is always a price to pay.

Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes you a little smaller. Every day you put off your life makes you less capable of living it...

I'm all of this and nothing....

Move in from the dark I'm all of this and nothing I'm the dirt beneath your feet I'm the sun that rises while you're sleeping....

To err is human; to forgive, divine....

“I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you... In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.” 

About ART

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” 

Beautiful Life

“I don’t have to be perfect. All I have to do is show up and enjoy the messy, imperfect and beautiful journey of my life.”

I don’t just want messy, and dirty, but the knowledge and intelligence to find the meaning in all of it. I want real; the ability to admit mistakes or to be able to say that there is no such thing, if we were able to learn from it. I want uncomfortable honesty that will make me shake down to my bones, because I’ve had enough skipping though shallow puddles to last a lifetime...

Dor de bucurie...

Bucuria este o stare in care sufletul traieste calm si statornic, netulburat de nicio frica sau superstitie sau de vreo alta emotie....