Quote of the Day:
“Beyoncé must not know about me… ‘cause I really am irreplaceable.”
In my arms is a woman who has given me a Skywatcher’s Cloud Chart, a woman who knows all my secrets, a woman who knows just how messed up my mind is, how many pills I’m on, and yet she allows me to hold her anyway. There’s something honest about all of this, and I cannot imagine any other woman lying in the middle of a frozen soccer field with me—in the middle of a snowstorm even—impossibly hoping to see a single cloud break free of a nimbostratus.
Because you’re a hard soul to save with an ocean in the way, but I’ll get around it. Now, there’s green light in my eyes….
Irish and proud, baby, naturally, but you got the luck of a Kennedy. So, grab the wheel—keep on holding it tight ‘til you’re tunneling over into that good night.
The greatest lie we tell ourselves is that we are strong. Sure, we each make the definitive claim that we are capable of standing on our own, that we belong to no one else but ourselves. It’s funny how willingly we buy into cheap words and empty promises because all it takes to knock us off our feet is a single blow—just one single blow—to cause our perceived reality to crack. Then, memories of everything we had promised we wouldn’t let happen again start to seep in through the fractures of our perfect façade until we are demolished yet again. I don’t know why life is like that. I don’t know why it’s always the same story. Maybe it is life’s way of humbling us and reminding us that we aren’t invincible, that we don’t hold the upper hand. Now, we have to build ourselves back up—our ego, esteem, and faith are always in constant reconstruction. Some laugh, foolishly trying to eradicate the past and its effects. Each person or situation or period of time in their life is still within them. The mark has been left upon the blocks for which we are to rebuild. These marks will forever be there; we are forever scarred by the past. They are the very beams supporting the bruised ego we harbor. They will always remind us of our destruction. All we can do is to learn from these people and situations and trials in our lives. We must set to work. Life is nothing but a giant construction site. We build only to get demolished. And so, the pattern continues until the day comes when someone isn’t there to tear you down but to assist you. They have their tools, and they’re ready to help. That’s right. They make an appearance in your life to help. They will reinforce your foundation and your support beams—most importantly, yourself. They may be a friend or a stranger or even your soul-mate. We just have to believe they will help us make improvements. Blind trust is terrifying, but it’s the only way we learn to build character.
Andy: “People always make the mistake of thinking of who they are now is who they’ll be forever. Look at J.K. Rowling. She was poor—struggling. Then she came up with Harry Potter and she’s a billionaire.”
Bobby: “Please don’t make me write books about child wizards… I’m not going to be very good at it.”
— Cougar Town
When I don’t care, I can play ‘em like a Ken doll.
“What’s going on here? This is just the difference between… It’s the battle between the body and the soul—the spirit and what’s needed here. What I intend to do now is I’m going to punish my body. I’ll punish the body to believe in the soul. I will punish my body… until I believe in my soul.”