I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.
Let’s stop teasing, attacking, or bombing the hell out of difference just because it’s not like us. Let’s stop “tolerating” or “accepting” difference, as if we’re all so much better for not being different. Instead, let’s celebrate difference, because in this world it takes a lot of guts to be different and to act differently.
But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
I have found that some of the simplest things have given me the most pleasure. They didn’t cost me a lot of money either. They just worked on my senses. Did you ever pick very large blueberries after a summer rain Walk through a grove of cottonwoods, open like a park, and see the blue sky beyond the shimmering gold of the leaves? Pull on dry woolen socks after you’ve peeled off the wet ones? Come in out of the subzero and shiver yourself warm in front of a wood fire? The world is full of such things.
Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.