Saturday, October 5, 2013

Notes from my 15th trip

You know why I love her? Because she give life to everything. From the roots of a tree to the sketches on a tablecloth. Everything has meaning.

                                             I find it interesting that I can't imagine myself in old age. 
                            I find it even more interesting that I don't seem to be bothered by it. 

Sometimes I think about the people I'll never see again, and I miss them.

Sometimes hours upon hours of research will only result in one sentence. But that one sentence will carry wisdom.

I see now that many times we dislike someone simply because they are young. And it reminds us of how we once were.

It's funny, I remember really trying, like putting in sincere effort in learning how to imitate The Rock's eyebrow raise. And now I use it quite often.

          "We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children."

Be careful around Peace; there is something very dark about him

               If I can't envision myself living a long life, it's because I won't.

                                                                    It's funny, we can't communicate but I understand you

Pushing the barriers

Keep playing those mind games.

Your anger echoes.

What if even she can't save me?

Boxing appears to those who are ready to mount their dark horses.

All of the boxers I've met on my journey, if they met me now, they'd be proud. 

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