Let me know what's the play...

There's no such thing as a painless lesson, they just don't exist. Sacrifices are necessary; you can't gain anything without losing something first. If you can endure that pain, and walk away from it you'll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle. Just like a phoenix, which is supposed to  represent dying and coming back as something new, but I disagree. I think it's a symbol of surviving when the world burns down around us. It's a reminder that no challenge can destroy the parts of us that truly matter. We're not reborn in the flames. We're revealed.

Too long I've been afraid of losing love...

He must continue to follow the path he takes now. If he does nothing, if he ceases searching, then, woe is him, he is lost. That is how he looks at it - just keep going, keep going come what may. But what is his final goal, you may ask. That goal will become clearer, will emerge slowly but surely, much as the rough draught turns into a sketch, and the sketch into a painting through the serious work done on it, through the elaboration of the original vague idea and through the consolidation of the first fleeting and passing thought.

My thoughts are either focused on what's eternal, life-changing, and true, or lost in the details of my temporary, selfish, false beliefs. Life is uncertain. Eternity is not. Unforgiveness cannot be allowed to last another day, as it's slowly eating me alive. The last few months have been brutal because of it. Constantly searching for answer to questions not really important anymore. I cannot change what I cannot understand, and because of that I must instead learn to forgive, and move on. Let it go. Kill the root of bitterness. Let the hurt go and set myself free. 

Born with a broken heart...

Dancing in the flames...

Everything's faded, 

we barely made it.

The fire's raging, 

but you're still beautiful,

and it's amazing,

because I can taste it,

our final odyssey.

In such total devastation...

The universe extends, for all practical purposes, forever. After a brief sedentary hiatus, he is resuming his nomadic way of life. To search and explore the many paths laid out before him, unified by the potential to lead him to a higher purpose, by their regard for their his ambitions, and by the knowledge that, whatever other life may come from following each of them, he is the catalyst in all of them. As he travels, he will gaze up and strain to find the blue dot in their skies. He will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of all his hope once was, how perilous his infancy, how humble his beginnings, how many rivers he had to cross before he found his way.

Hold your chest, let yourself breathe...

However late you think you are, however many chances you think you have missed, however many mistakes you feel you have made or talents you think you don't have, or however far from home and family you feel you have traveled, I testify that you have not traveled beyond the reach of the will of the universe. It is not possible for you to sink lower than the infinite wisdom that fate shines upon us. The universe is eagerly waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as it always has. But it can't if you don't dream. If you believe it, it will find a way. 

If this world were mine...

I found that for all of the most important things in my life, the timing seems to either be perfect or completely out of whack. I can go from being utterly bedazzled by how fate aligns with my circumstances to being baffled by the sheer audacity of the onslaught of challenges thrown my way. Is the universe conspiring against me? Or I am the maker of my own design? I don't care so much about someday, I care about today. And boy, does it look sunny outside.

It is not true that fate slips silently into his life. It steps in through the door that he has opened, and he invites it to enter. He will invent himself and then reinvent himself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity. Invent himself and then reinvent himself, change his tone and shape so often that they can never categorize him. Reinvigorate himself and accept what is but only on the terms that he has invented and reinvented. He will be self-taught. and reinvent his life because he must; it is his life and his history and the present belong only to him.

Give me some love tonight...

I hope I don't live to regret it...

Something has changed within mе,

something is not the same,

I'm through with playing by

the rules of someone else's game.

Too late for second-guessing,

too late to go back to sleep,

It's time to trust my instincts,

close my eyes and leap.

It's time to try defying gravity.

Hey now, say now...

If this world was mine...

He is living as if destined to live forever; his own frailty never occurs to him; he doesn't notice how much time has already passed, but squanders it as though he had a full and overflowing supply, though all the while that very day which he is devoting to somebody or something may be his last. He acts like mortals in all that he fears, and like immortals in all that he desires. He puts off things he really wants to do until or he thinks he can take a break only when he earns a certain amount of money, or buys a new home, or gets to become a father or reconcile his family. Not really contemplating that it ties him to working until he falls apart, perhaps doing something he hates, for as long as he can hold on.

Wish it weren't true...

I'm both sad and angry, disappointed and hurt. Ironically, it has nothing to do with me directly, yet I've never felt such a whirlwind of emotions. I might have to revalue my commitment to myself. But seeing what I deem so unfathomably unfair happen to my parents is making me question a lot of my own choices. Are the people I've surrounded myself with capable of doing the same to me? Can any of my actions lessen the blows being struck against them? Should I somehow take up arms and fight in their stead? What can I do, to make it okay?