When I was 16, I started publishing all kinds of things in school magazines.
I would rather dance as a ballerina, though faultily, than as a flawless clown.
To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.
Each form has its pluses and its minuses.
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the same room with only one of them. Put yourself into a different room, thatโs what the mind is for.
Where do the words go when we have said them?