Worry gives a small thing big shadows.

What is truth but a story we tell ourselves?

To just know a truth is not enough. First, you must understand. And it requires bravery from two people.One to speak it. And one to listen.

In life, the wise make their own heaven while the fool complains of hell, but I think both are inevitable, and both are temporary. Heaven is not some place for your future spirit to rest. It is finding happiness in your current state.And likewise, there are no locks on the gates of hell; it is only suffering and only for a time.

Truth has a proper time, too. If it comes too early or too late, it is both a lie.

The Red String of Fate is an old East-Asian belief. It is said the heavens tie a red cord around the little fingers of those ordained to be together. It is an invisible thread that connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

Sorrow and happiness do not pass. They burrow in deep and become our bones. We stand on their uneven legs, trying to keep balance when there is none.There is only love. Only truth.

Hurt is often the hole that truth whistles through.

Anger rips free from a tongue too often silenced.

To understand your direction, you must know both your roots and your reach.