central & remote







is it ever really possible to lose direction completely? i think it's possible that each of us has some sort of an internal compass telling us where to go & what to do. if our subconscious always has vision for direction, then i wonder if some people unknowingly find themselves somewhere in a blind spot - i think that's where we end up when we feel lost. It feels like we spend a lot of time finding our way in the dark. then there are moments we find clarity & know exactly what to do. i have a feeling those the times we are actually listening

that which doesn't destroy




"The human heart has its reasons that reason cannot know."




i'm pretty sure the heart has got to be the strongest muscle we have. for all of the things we get ourselves into & then have to snap out of - I really have no idea how the heart does it.

I don't know if i exactly believe in the idea of a "broken heart". I think maybe what we think is broken is just changing and growing. i have a feeling we learn how to recategorize the things we find most important to us. The things we loved, we may always love in some way...but i think as a person continues to live, they to learn to love other things more. i like the idea of caring for things & people so much that your heart feels full.

kicking storms



And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.




to be well





every once in a while when i was little, my dad would swim under water & i would hang onto his neck & shoulders. i think i had seen it at Sea World once, & loved that for a moment my dad was Shamu.


"Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it"

so heavy





 


words can be soooo heavy. it seems crazy that some are virtually weightless but then others can carry a ton of weight & they change everything. so basically, words can be so heavy that it's like getting punched in the face by letters. that can happen in a good way too though - and you won't forget it...like ever.


oh well, ok






I've been thinking today how everything & everyone is effected by time. As a result we are continuously redefining everything. With that in mind, it seems kind of illogical to label something as black or white. i think it seems easier to process change by defining it as something. But on the other hand, if we let change be, and don't give it a name, i wonder if it would be easier to handle in the long run. maybe change could be more organic that way, and the end result can have the potential to be even better than we know.

to here knows when



i was just thinking if love needs context to be "true." is it still love otherwise? i guess i have no idea. well, maybe love gives context to everything - that seems to make sense to me


"i went to the woods, because i wanted to live deliberately"


against all odds



for every decent competition it seems there are at least a few that root for the "underdog." it makes me wonder why one would do that when all odds are against that person least likely to succeed. i think i'm pretty optimistic about people in general. I love to see people succeed & win. i don't think i always root for an unlikely winner - but there are some moments it's impossible not to. i mean, i deeeefinitely want to be right all the time & loooove to win :D

the times i end up supporting the "other guy" tends to be based less on their status, and more on a respect for the effort they put into the win. i love when a person believes in what they're doing & then follows through a vision, seeing it through to completion. Cause any db can win a competition. it feels like the guy that worked for it the most almost deserves the win more. maybe it all comes down to the idea of justice. it would be so nice if every game ended with a champion that deserved the win.

for me, life's about the progress & experience. in those cases where a guy follows a passion, a win is kind of irrelevant.



home



we arrived in france last week & have been staying in a flat up a spiral staircase in the heart of paris. we've only been here a short time, it feels like home already. it's been raining a bit these last couple days & we've spend a lot of time walking down narrow streets in between old buildings. it's weird how everything seems both familiar and new at the same time. i really love it here...





i love beyonce. she is amazing