Music is the unspoken language that can convey feelings more accurately than talking ever could.

You have to be slightly blind to believe in any cause.

We can choose to allow our experiences to hold us back, and to not allow us to become great or achieve greatness in this life. Or we can allow our experiences to push us forward, to make us grateful for every day we have and to be all the more thankful for those who are around us.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

It's because I'm only interested in the big things that I'm not interested in politics.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.