life-and-living

I remember a relative of mine who used to pick on me all the time, constantly ridiculing my every move and making me feel inferior. One day she had a pimple on her face and was devastated. I told her "Why would you let a little thing like that bother you in such a way? It's just a pimple!" And she cried and said "You can say that, because you're perfect and even if you have ten pimples on your face, it wouldn't even matter!" And I never forgot how I felt in that moment, that moment taught me some important things! First, I realized that the whole time she was picking on me, she actually was feeling that I was perfect! And secondly, I realized that when people think you're perfect, they try to make you feel bad about yourself! I was so taken aback in those few minutes_ I couldn't even say anything! I just looked at her while all my realizations flooded my mind and I decided that just because you think someone is perfect, doesn't give you the ticket to make them feel bad about themselves.

What they didn't want to believe, what they tried repeatedly to dismiss, was that whatever good and evil existed in the world came from within themselves and not from some abstract source.

You can__ be criticized for what you don__ try. You can__ lose your balance if you never climb. Give it, Give it all, Give it NOW.

No, I don't like you, I just thought you were cute enough to kiss you.

Today I realized that I am nothing more than tomorrow's ghost. In a way, it robs my sense of self to know I'm always changing; at the same time, it provides incentive to have the best today possible so I can have a positive influence on tomorrow and, if need be, shake some sense into the living. (Samantha Green)

We must imbue our children with principles of the higher-self, principles which see all people as true equals, and above all, which are sensitive to the delicate and fragile balance of life.

A loser is one who has "given up on his dreams",so long as you are trying, you haven't lost yet!

Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.

If there ever comes a time that you forget where you came from, you've gone too far.

I like anything that is thought provoking and elevates one's consciousness to the highest and out of it's safety net, making one breathe aspiration.

This is my life now. Absurd, but unpredictable. Not absurd because unpredictable but unpredictable because absurd. If I have lost the meaning of my life, I might still find small treasured things among the spilled and pilfered trash.

All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.

Making the best of things is a damn poor way of dealing with them. My life has been a series of escapes from that quicksand.

But the summer had been a very happy one, too -- a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily.

What happens to those who live dangerously by being true to who they are?

When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, __hen did you start feeling like a grownup?_ His response: __ever.

The mind is the chisel, matter is the stone and life is the sculpture. Make sure you use your chisel wisely

#Note: There is a wonder to life. Pursue it. Hunt for it. Your goal is not to live long_it__ to live!