finding-joy

Most people are about as happy as their self confidence will allow them to be.

Unhappiness comes from living the life of two people--the one people want you to be and the one you want to be.

Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered

When you think this pain is all you deserve, you are right. You are the only one that can decide how long you will walk in hell.

When my father was 17, he went to Montreal and found these submarine sandwich shops that were really successful, and weren't in Toronto [his home town]. So he went to my grandparents and said: "Look, you have to give me the seed money to open up one of these places. We'll make a fortune. They've got lines going round the block. There's nothing like that here." And my grandfather's response was: "Look, I'm sure these sandwiches are really good, and if we scraped the money together we could make a lot of money and your mother and I would be really proud of you, but you need to find something that has *magic* in it for you." It was off of that conversation that my father went to college on a music scholarship, started a film club and became one of the most successful directors of all time.

Why wait? So precious is this life__his gift__his temporary blindness. Burn and drown and embrace the false dark, then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy. For in the end, in the light of truth when the flesh is cast off, there is nothing but this.