And a lust for life...

In these stolen moments, the world is mine,

there's nobody here, just us together,

keeping me hot like July forever.

Because we're the masters of our own fate,

we're the captains of our own souls,

there's no way for us to come late,

because, boy, we're gold.

Keep on going until you hit the spot...

I have decided not to aim for success anymore, because I found that the more I make it a target, the more times I miss. I think that success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself. Happiness must happen, and the same holds for success: I just have to let it happen by not caring about it. I want to listen to what my conscience commands and go on to carry it out to the best of my knowledge. Then, hopefully, I will live to see that in the long run - in the long run, for sure! - success will follow me precisely because I had forgotten to think about it.

And I have realised that I don't mind being a pawn in someone else's game - it is the most magical piece of all, I think. Actually. It might look small and ordinary but all you need to do is find a way to keep moving forward. One square after another. And you can get to the other side and unlock all kinds of power. Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty at the end of chessboard. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself, one move after the other. 

I might be better...

My heart wouldn't listen...

You Are Not Unlovable. 

There Is Always Something To Love.

Here's what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to possess a heart that can't be trusted? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one wilfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from sanity and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self immolation, disaster? What if your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, stable relationships and steady career advancement, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or ... is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

Everything, everywhere, all at once...

I am that piece of a puzzle, which would never fit in any of the great unknown enigmas out there. I am that sky, which refuses to turn blue every morning. I am that bird, which always has broken wings and yet always tried harder to fly. And I am that tunnel, which neither had a beginning nor end but one can always see the light at both sides. But most importantly I am a student of life, one that is still learning to never underestimate how even the smallest decisions can compound into significant differences over a lifetime. How simple acts can turn into great ones. How having the audacity to make a choice, can lead you to a reality where you're forced to make many more. 

I want to bathe with you in the sea...

I'll be your dream, 

I'll be your wish, 

I'll be your fantasy.

I'll be your hope, 

I'll be your love, 

be everything that you need.

I love you more with every breath,

truly, madly, deeply do.

I will be strong, 

I will be faithful,

because I'm counting on,

a reason for living,

a deeper meaning.

Ignoring the sounds of the storm...

He yearned to have the courage to emerge, to discover his bravery that would sever this spiral of sensations of oppression. Dawn will know him when he arrives. No more hurricanes or strife will be here - no crying of a sad humanity - only a gift of harmony and devotion, beyond all explanation, will abide in the heart of Jean Karr - when he finds his way out from this opponent world for a beautiful existence that is called liberation. He will find a happiness that can only bring him contentment like nothing in this hurtful world can. Find his own sense of balance like those before him, and he will experience serenity as he had always hoped and dreamt of.

I'll show you that I am...

About damn time...

Put me in first class...

I have not always chosen the safest path. I've made my mistakes, plenty of them. I sometimes jump too soon and fail to appreciate the consequences. But I've learned something important along the way: I've learned to heed the call of my heart. I've learned that the safest path is not always the best path and I've learned that the voice of fear is not always to be trusted.

Therefore, I am going to take this risk. That's really what my life has always been about. The pursuit of happiness. For nobody has ever lived my life before; and there are surely no guidelines. I will trust my instincts. And accept nothing but the best. But then also look for it carefully. I won't allow it to slip between my fingers. Because sometimes, good things come to us in a such a quiet fashion. And nothing comes complete. It is what we make of whatever we encounter that determines the outcome. What we choose to see, what we choose to save. And what we choose to remember. So I must never forget that all the love in my life is there, inside me, always.

I can see the whole city from this balcony...

Little sparks cause fires too.

You'd think that the forest is at the mercy of the flame, but that's not it. The flame's greatest fear is the forest: being out of control, consumed from the inside out, burning with no end in sight. It is the flame which is at the mercy of the forest; but the forest doesn't care, she promises no end, she never says it stops or that it gets better. Flames never asked to be born as flames: so volatile, so vital, so uncontained. You are a flame, this world is a forest. Do you see it now? It was never the other way around.

I might be better...

Turn up the music, 

turn down the lights,

I got a feeling,

I'm going to be alright.

It's about damn time,

turn up the music, 

let's celebrate,

I got a feeling,

I'm going to be okay.

Pray for my demons...

A fire, if it is large enough, is not easily contained. Sparks fly out, and the wind carries them in all directions. The fire in his heart spewed forth sparks, and, without him consciously realizing what was happening, they began to ignite that which had no reason to be burned. And as he watched everything he once loved slowly turn to ash, he wondered if perhaps he ever loved all these things at all. Emotions are a strange thing, because it's not really something that can be taught. We are told what we are supposed to feel at certain times, and grow up being influenced by how others deemed normal reacted in the past. But what if you can watch your whole past burn away and you don't feel anything. Anything at all?

On top of the world...

The city of gods...

Circles around this town...

There is a fable in the forest, whispered by the branches, as they blow. A tale about the truth of leaving, things that no longer help you grow. For on the surface it looks simple, like you only need lace your boots, but there is nothing quite as painful as untangling your roots. And proof is found in tree stumps of the price some pay to flee, that they would cut their lives in half to cut the time before they're free. Yet from the little left behind, life has been known to grow again, for unless you take your roots a part of you will still remain.

I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word I have ever spoken or been told because it is still teaching me. I stood up for my own head and so did my heart, and we are coming to terms with ourselves. Shaking hands, saying ”let's make this work for we have places to go and people to see and we will need each other”. For at the end of the day it's about creating your own character and pushing yourself so far out of your own and everybody else's idea of who you are and what you're capable of, that you no longer believe in limits. It's about reaching beyond your so-called potential, because your potential is never where you or anyone else expects it to be, not even close. I guess what I'm try to say is that I could not have fought any harder. It's May and I have hope in who I am becoming.