If I turn up suicided in the morning, it was murder.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.

Stop trying to control everything and just let go! LET GO!

And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can't really control us. And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.