. . .I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. . .I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. . .You learn to take life as it comes at you. . .
There is a good amount of time thinking about them and the key difference is the focus on trying. This means sending that email, saying that thought, making the overture. Don't forget the importance of small words or even a glance. Make it happen. Always extend yourself.
It would make sense that I have thoughts on this, maybe a little more than most. There comes a point where you finally forgive yourself and you let go of what could restrain you or cause you caution. It is not as though you forget, or ever will. You proceed and you focus.
If there is one thing I want to give, it is a notion that all is indeed possible. That secured by what we wish to leave behind, no matter how complicated or simple, even elegant, we can achieve those things. No matter what.
Our love guides us. Our selflessness rewards us. Our faith protects us. Our ideals inspire us.
How many govern our moments? It is not as though situations make us look at things in new ways, it is more an aspect of what we decide to focus on. How do we know when something is to inspire us, to sustain? And is even thinking about things in this way fair? Because what have we known to be this way? It seems so much easier to look at from the context of all those things we have heard about or learned about. But for ourselves. . . What is certain is that we must pursue our thoughts, no matter how confusing. Otherwise, it is boring and who wants that?.