I Am Starting To Get Tired Of

When Distractions Are Manifold, It's Best To Remember What You Are Supposed To Be Doing.

I Am Like The Fish In The Aquarium, Thinking In A Different Language, Adapting To A Life That’s Not My Natural Habitat. I Am The People In The Other Cars, Each With His Or Her Own Story, But Passing Too Quickly To Be Noticed Or Understood.

With All Due Respect, If You’re Forty-three, Then I’m A Fetus.

What I Want Is For What I Want To Actually Matter.

The Word I Think Of Is Precarious. I Am Struck By How Precarious It All Is. How The Things That Hold Us Are Only As Strong As The Faith We Have In Them.