Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

If it doesn’t happen to you, it doesn’t happen at all.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV.

There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real.

You die in the middle of your life.

All of life is dependent upon other life, and the closer we consider what constitutes living, the harder life becomes to define.

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

Surround yourself with people you like and make cool stuff with them. In the end, at least in my experience, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.