There is so much power in choosing to love yourself against all odds and I hope with every kind of painful experience you become more aware who you are and what you are truly capable of. Life hurts but it's also remarkabley beautiful if you look past the chaos.

You believe the sun will reappear after a stormy day, so why is it so hard to believe, you'll experience happiness after every heartache.

I like the open minded, the old souls, lived through, the almost worn out warriors who walk this earth. They have stories that interest me, i couldn't care less for this modern era of rushing so fast with nowhere to go. Give me depth and meaning and a life worth writing about, and i'll prop a pillow and call it an arvo.

Somedays i can make sense of this place, this horrendous fucking world and the way it shapes humans into monsters and monsters into leaders. Building empires off of the poor and using a system designed to manifest the wars? But then i look to the eyes of my child, i write, i paint, i listen to music that holds beliefs far deeper than mine and i am reminded - for all that is devastating there is equal amounts of ehuphoria, you just have to look a little harder to find the light sometimes.

I don't care what anyone says, the stars give you hope on a dark and gloomy night.

Give a reason for your existence and make a life out of it.

Were all trying to find meaning to make sense of our realities; in search of happiness within, Without realising our happiness within; is the only reality that gives life a meaning.