We said we would meet again but we made no arrangements. Not out of any bad feeling between us, but because I felt it had all been said, or not said but understood, and she probably did too. To know she was there was enough, and for her to know I was around was probably too. Sometimes that's all people ever really need. Just to know.

I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.

Alone or not, you gotta walk forward.

I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster.

So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.

Slow down. Stop trying to do everything now, now, now. Hold up the people behind you for all you care, feel them kicking at your heels but maintain your pace. Don't let anybody dictate your speed.

Seeming and being are not one and the same.