“I can exist where there is chaos and not be swept away from it.”

It’s okay to know what you want, it’s equally okay to be fighting it out well.

Mistakes happen to refine us, not define us.

Things do not have to be shiny and loud, to be important.

Don’t rob the world of who you are by trying to be someone else.

We grow by being present, not by being perfection.

Get rid of the idea that your healing is tied to someone else’s apology.

Teach boys that manhood is not determined by how often they hold back their tears.

If they don’t value you, someone else will.

Growth often looks like out growing old patterns and good people.

You always feeling inadequate, if the world decides your worth.

You and I are shades of beauty from the same sky.

Loss teaches us that life is fragile and love is worth the chase.

Let pride go, to let love in.

Hope is on the horizon, we just have to look up.

You won’t heal your heart by rushing it.

We do not win external wars by denying internal battles.

Beauty in her chaos, and stories in her scars.

Life has meaning only when you give it meaning otherwise it is pure chaos.

But what have we learnt without the chaos?

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

There is chaos behind the civility, of course.

Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.

And I will love you from your beautiful chaos to your moonlight smile.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture…we merge in an iridescent chaos.