It takes so long to learn how to love but I think it starts with messing it up a few times.

It all takes time and lessons and places, but I’m learning to listen to my restless heart, telling me to “go, go, go!

Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.

This year has taught me the simple craft of belief. I believe in the things I’ve nurtured and built this year. Slowly but carefully. Such as understanding, knowledge, passion, strength; the hundreds of songs I’ve written, the 365 poems, the books I’ve read and the miles I’ve run. The resolution to breathe, to meditate, to not harm my mind or body even when I’ve felt like it. 

I am slowly coming to the conclusion that it’s more important to learn to work with what you’ve got, under the circumstances you’ve been given, than wishing for different ones.

It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful,the way I actually did.

I believe in knowing who you are but without limiting yourself to your own expectation of who you are.

Freedom can choke you if you don't know how to handle it.