it is this broken road with pitfalls and sharp turns and unexpected traverses that has brought me joy and adventure.

You have to steal back yourself. You have to steal back your own mind. Meditation helps in that area.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

I feel like to be where you need to be - where you know you need to be - is such a high. What could be better?

before I embark on any new venture, I ask myself: will the joy of doing this make me lose track of any concern for time? If the answer is yes, I proceed!

Activism is the rent I pay for living on this planet.

To know is to exist; to exist is to be involved, to move about, to see the world with my own eyes.