the archives.
Chances are, I have written about you, at one point or another.
I am on a sort of crossroads in my life and I can do without that. I can feel the attraction but I can also keep myself apart. I admire beauty more than anything else but now I don’t feel I must possess it. The ideal man or woman doesn’t exist. When you look for something you are not really looking for a man or a woman. You are looking for someone who awakes something which is buried inside you and once that person does it you become familiar and you always want that and then you stay with that person. But two people who are in love are not in love just with each other. There is a third element intermingled and that third element is an ideal. Both must love the same ideal and that is what they have to share. If that doesn’t exist, then it’s not love, it’s necessity.
mo money mo problems.
I cared about much more important things in life when I made less money.
i’m a prophet.
I wrote this in 2011, right before I got my heart blindsided and broken. I was fearless then.
That which does not kill you, will only make you stronger. Life is about taking risks. We risk our lives every day, getting into a car, getting on a plane, crossing the street. But why are matters of the heart that much more terrifying? Fear is there because there is an unknown variable that you can’t see or control. Let go of what you cannot control. That’s the only way to enjoy all that life gives to us. Why does the world end when someone leaves you? In reality, it doesn’t end. Life goes on. Lessons continue to be learned. That is, if we choose to let it.
Fearless and writing notes to my 2013 self, apparently.
There are a lot of things about life I still don’t know, but what I do know is that I know exactly what I want from it. And that’s really all that matters.
Birth date is one moment in time, a once in a year celebration.
Re-birth date is of your choosing; time and frequency. Be reborn everyday as you awaken into all that you are and will be.
God sent me an angel yesterday.
I got in an accident last night. As soon as it happened, I got out of my car — blessed to be unscathed but still shaken up from the experience — and walked by a very kind Filipino man in his car who said that he saw the whole thing and I was completely in the right. As I was getting ready to exchange the necessary information with the other driver, the first words out of that driver’s mouth were words of blame. Once the Filipino man saw me get yelled at, he offered to be my witness. He stopped his car in the middle of a busy street and as we were honked at, he gave me his phone number and rushed off.
I just spoke to him now, and he said as soon as he saw the driver yelling at me instead of apologizing, he wanted to help. “I saw everything, and I will tell them the whole story. I don’t want you to have any trouble with this at all.” He was secretive about his full name and said he didn’t want to get too close to me, as it might hurt his credibility as my witness. As I thanked him profusely (and cursed myself for not being able to more accurately express the gratitude and relief I felt), he said he just wants to help and do nice things for people who need it, and we should all do the same for each other, always. The entire time I was fighting back tears at the thought of such generosity, as I myself longed for a way to repay his kindness.
No more than five minutes after we hung up, still reeling in awe from the actions of this wonderful man, the other driver’s insurance company called me for my side of the story. They immediately ruled the accident his fault, and not mine.
Kindness, love and gratitude to others will always come full circle.
