I believe we’re all given a gift. A spiritual gift that we did nothing to deserve. But it’s a gift that makes us unique and beautiful. It’s not something we have to learn, but rather something we learn to have. It’s something only we can truly exude. Forgiveness, compassion, the will to love, the gift to accept; whatever your gift, I urge you to unapologetically own it. It’s part of your purpose, your destiny, and eventually your legacy.
Mine happens to be empathy. And although I haven’t always embraced this gift, I’ve learned to be ever grateful for it. The power to understand and sympathize with people who wrong you, hate you, and hurt you isn’t always easy. But for me, it sort of has. Sometimes it’s been the only thing helping me combat all the other areas I’m lacking. Which is a lot.
I'm enamored by the strangest things. By people who don't try too hard to standout. People who are mysterious and beautiful by simply being themselves.
I'm a firm believer that "actions speak louder than words." But sometimes words don't need to be loud in order to be heard. Sometimes a few subtle words resinate with us better. A kiss on the forehead might show you that you're loved, but a million kisses could never trump hearing the words for the first time. Actions are truth, but words are proof. Words are powerful.
Someone once told me, "We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." Well, it was actually Chuck Palahniuk in one of his novels, but you get the point. I made a tumblr not only because writing is my passion, but because one day I will die, and all that will be left are my thoughts. Instead of storing them away in journals and word documents, I want to share them with you.
I don't own the copyright to any of the photos or videos, but the words are mine, and if they're not, i'll quote whom ever they are. I don't care about followers or shares, I simply write to write.
"Out Of The Vein" was a criminally underrated album.