The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live. I tell myself: I deserved this. This is exactly what I wanted.