It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.

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

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

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

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.

Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.