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Jul 18, 2014

Hunger, a poet once said, is the most important thing we know, the first lesson we learn. But hunger can be easily quieted down, easily satiated. There is another force, a different type of hunger, an unquenchable thirst that cannot be extinguished. Its very existence is what defines us, make us human. That force is love.

Love, you see, is the one force that cannot be explained, cannot be broken down into a chemical process. It is the beacon that guides us back home when no one is there, an the light that illuminates our loss. Its absence robs us of all pleasure, of our capacity for joy. It makes our nights darker and our days gloomier. But when we find love, no matter how wrong, how sad, or how terrible, we cling to it. it gives us our strength. It holds us upright. It feeds on us and we feed on it. Love is our grace. Love is our downfall.

True Humility is staying teachable, regardless of how much you think you already know.
Jul 18, 2014

True Humility is staying teachable, 
regardless of how much 
you think you already know.

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I am not this hair, I am not this skin, 
I am the soul that lives within.

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Don’t let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don’t worry about losing your “personality,” as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m. F. Scott Fitzgerald
Jul 13, 2014

Don’t let yourself feel worthless: 
often through life you will really be at your worst 
when you seem to think best of yourself; 
and don’t worry about losing your “personality,” 
as you persist in calling it: 
at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, 
at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, 
and when you are my age you will give out, 
as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m. 

F. Scott Fitzgerald