ordinary life does not interest me

and the day came when the risk to remain in a tight bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom 

you know that feeling when you wake up in the morning and you're excited for the day? that's one of my mail goals in life

you live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. then you read a book, or you take a trip, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. the symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. the second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. that is all. it appears like an innocuous illness. monotony, boredom, death. millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. they work in offices. they drive a car. the picnic with their families. they raise children. and then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. some never awaken. 

have less. do more. be more.

whatever you believe about yourself on the inside is what you will manifest on the outside 

you never have the same experience twice 

today is the perfect day for a new beginning

be patient

adopt the pace of nature ; her secret is patience 

actually, i can

the person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. that's the person you're in love with

at some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening

the grass is green where you water it

you attract the right things when you have a sense of who you are

can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be?

live less out of habit and more out of intent 

be brave enough to dream

everyone you ever meet knows something you don't

we cannot become what we want to be by remaining who we are

promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim