There’s such an immense pressure we put upon ourselves in our culture to “do great things” with our lives. I think we almost always miss the point entirely. It’s an contrast between materialism and what really matters.
Tag: love
In the quiet corner of our hearts We come to remember our voice Where it is heard Without a sound Find comfort in me For…
Say something real.
Speak from your authentic space.
Bypass that polite, carefully constructed, dancing-around-the-point, maybe-they’ll-infer-what-I-mean bullshit.
Transcend the noise and the cliché, and you have a chance at the impossible.
Love is a tricky thing