But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
Everything in life is writable...
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.
Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.
I was supposed to be having the time of my life.
I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
We stayed at home to write, to consolidate our outstretched selves.