And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.

I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so you always remember where you came from.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.