You, me, this city, this country, we will always have a choice.When you stand up to be counted, tell the world, THIS IS MY VOICE. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

That’s what we were told—stand up for yourself. But that’s hard to do if you don’t know who you are.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

Everyone knows pain. We are not meant to carry it forever. We were never meant to hold it so closely, so be certain in the belief that what pain belongs to now will belong soon to then. That when someone asks you how was your day, realize that for some of us - it's the only way we know how to say, be calm. Loosen your grip, opening each palm, slowly now - let go.