You are what you love, not what loves you.
Donald Kaufman (Character, Adaptation)
A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
Someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world.
I would like to live in San Francisco. Perhaps move out there for two years, do my schooling there and get my education, get a job, explore, and then when I am done, maybe I will come back and pick up from where I left off, maybe. I don’t belong here, so I am willing to leave everything behind. All of it. My laptop, my bed, my clothes, my car. Start with nothing and work my way up. Well, maybe I’ll take a few of my favorite books and magazines with me. Money, too, of course. But that would be nice. I feel bored. Unmotivated. Tired. Like I have no purpose. I want to find my purpose because I know there has to be something, and I want to be a better person than I was before, than the person I am at the very moment that I am typing out this post.
I guess that’s the nice thing about summer though, everyone gets a fresh start.
You can never guide your heart enough. It will feel. It will break.
He looked at her the way all women wanted to be looked at by a man
F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Great Gatsby
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Everything about her seems to be saying, Listen, if you don’t look attentively, if you don’t go beyond my simplicity to detect the simmering volcano in me, you are not it.
I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me.
I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings - even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.