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“There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.”
“Maybe they’re always there and you just need to live enough life to get them to make sense,”
But I guess you don’t see the planets when you’re staring at the sun. You just get blinded.
when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life.
always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.
