Sunday, February 22, 2015

Notes from my 67th trip (Mensageiros da Cura)

One of the things I miss most about Flora is buying gifts for her. Just that feeling of buying something for someone you really love. 

Whatever is ailing me is trying to kill me. That much is true. I have felt what it feel like for an animal to go into a response that it does not want to die.

"What doesn't get a voice is fear." Fear does not get a voice. 

I want Flora to know that I miss her more than she really knows.

Q: How do you know Flora is the one? 
A: Because I had a conversation w/ someone about it.
Q: With whom?
A: With the only One that matters.

I think being labeled a "self-help" writers is the worst insult a writer can receive. 

It is really a sick and funny game imagining all the ways you can fail.

John 10 verse 30.

I used to be proud about telling Grace about my infidelities, not like I'm proud I did them, but that I had courage to face the shame. But now I question whether or not it was the right choice. Was it better that she lived in the hope that we'd end up together? Or is it better she suffered through all the lessons? I don't know. How much is the truth worth?

I want Flora to know that I saw a picture of her the other day and it made me cry.

Life is just one big test of how badly we want our dreams.

The best sparring partners I've had absolutely kicked my ass the first time we fought.

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