chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
Smoking is borderline nihilism.
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
Confidence steers the wheel while fear panics in the passenger seat.
What is the point of rest?
Sleep is the indulgence in temporary escapism.
Have I lost feeling? Am I going mad?
Deter yourself from becoming a slave to an idea.
Pain is the prelude to laughter.
In our youth, the lack of permanence is a frightful topic. Only with age will acceptance come after experiencing significant loss of any kind.
To be born in a first-world country is a privilege in itself.
We’d stop bickering if hard work was praised far more than so-called “talent”
In hindsight, we never really notice we’re presently living in “the good old days” until it becomes the good old days.
note to self: never be afraid to plant the seed you won’t be able to eat from.