Living while enduring loss is a death, living while you are full of fear is a death, living while what’s around you is dying is a death, letting go and living in love is birth.
For the record, keeping your heart wide open during an argument is crazy-difficult. It means that you stay in the conversation, with receptivity, without defense, without attack, without judgment, and you just listen. It means that you stay connected not only to the bigger and more enlightened ...
Home… breaks our hearts into small pieces, so they can reassemble every night
And break again and again every morning, while our bodies, astonished, just watch in peace.
To disappear didn’t necessarily mean to die or be ridden of life; it meant to live within its pockets, where no one could see me or disturb me. This was a place I could be airy, like a winged thing, hovering over all and seeing all.
I remember the moment I realized that I loved my girlfriend, now wife, like it was yesterday. I didn’t date much in high school and college. Talk to my therapist if you want to know about all of my issues, but I was insecure. I grew up in a home that didn’t express a lot of emotion. The moment ...
We were sitting in the student union, on those wood benches, heads bent over paper napkins with pictures drawn in dark pencil. Your hair was longer than mine, and my learned defiance was large as continents. And there were symbols sketched, that would become ink branded forever on skin, that ...
To snuff out the light of just one human being, even if that human being is you, is an act against humanity, because one light shining especially bright is all it takes to change the world.