question what makes you think, what causes you to judge, label, categorize; ask yourself whose beliefs they are, yours or just the ones you learned and never questioned. explore the difficult uncomfortable things

you were told you were getting more than most so you should feel special, except you weren’t really getting much more than almost nothing.

people lose themselves in people then have no clue what kind of a person they are because they’re not themselves anymore, instead an amalgamation of someone else’s someone.

kind and honest conversations that create the space for difficult truths without killing spirits or paralyzing hearts

the key might be to expect nothing, ever. that way it’s all surprise, the joy, the sadness, the breaking and recovering, all unscripted and holistically experienced.

thinking it was Thursday and one day closer to working on becoming a recluse, only to find it's this day, and then another, and another, and another.

do you remember the end of your childhood, that last bike ride around the block, the place in the woods everyone would gather, the feel of youth upon your sleepy head on a summer morning as you ran to play, friends waiting impatiently as you wolfed down a bowl of fruit loops.