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To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all.
No matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
Too bad life doesn’t allow us to turn its gears, like a clock, when we need more time.
I was raised to be honest, but the truth can be complicated. It doesn’t matter if the truth won’t make a mess, sometimes the words don’t come out until you’re alone. Even that’s not guaranteed. Sometimes the truth is a secret you’re keeping from yourself because living a lie is easier.
I may not be able to cure cancer or end world hunger, but small kindnesses go a long way.
how do you tell your best friend you won’t be around tomorrow? How do you convince her to let you leave so you have a chance of living before you die?
words can sometimes be awkward,
It’s like, the world will just as easily screw with a good person as it will a not-so-good one, but you devote your days to someone else selflessly anyway.
“I keep my photos in black and white because my life lost color after they died.”
I wish I was brave enough to have traveled. Now that I don’t have time to go anywhere, I want to go everywhere: I want to get lost in the deserts of Saudi Arabia; find myself running from the bats under the Congress Avenue Bridge in Austin, Texas; stay overnight on Hashima Island, this abandoned coal-mining facility in Japan sometimes known as Ghost Island; travel the Death Railway in Thailand, because even with a name like that, there’s a chance I can survive the sheer cliffs and rickety wooden bridges; and everywhere else. I want to climb every last mountain, row down every last river,
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Life isn’t meant to be lived alone. Neither are End Days.
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. —Steve Jobs
