“The moment that you give gratitude is the moment that you find happiness. The moment that you lose gratitude your happiness will vanish and slip through your fingers”

Wisdom is merely the movement from fighting life to embracing it.

Rest and peace should not be left until you’re deceased. They are two vital life incredients everybody needs and seeks.

Love is the only path to anything worth doing, creating or pursuing.

A touch less ego and dash more humility will improve the quality of anything you turn your hand to.

Happiness is not some ‘thing’ to be pursued it is a way of being born from appreciating

Don’t be so obsessed with stardom that you miss out on success.

Finding oneself and one’s path is like waking up on a foggy day. Be patient, and presently the fog will clear and that which has always been there can be seen. The path is already there to follow

The best way to get something good out of what you’re doing is to put something good into it.

There is no question- love is the answer.

Peace of mind arrives the moment you come to peace with the contents of your mind.

How you look at it is pretty much how you’ll see it.

Know your magic, trust your magic, use your magic and know that you are a manifestation of life’s magic.

Too much time is wasted fighting one self and life itself. Peace and fulfilment emerge the moment you embrace both.

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Legacy is not what’s left tomorrow when you’re gone. It’s what you give, create, impact and contribute today while you’re here that then happens to live on.

Sooner or later you’ll hear what your heart has always been telling you: stop trying to be who you think you should be – become who you are.

As I feel your heart shatter like sand through my helpless fingers I envision ripples through the tar of your blood.

And I don’t know if it’s his lips or his fingers that make thousands of roses bloom on my skin.

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

I hate when I’m nervous my pointer finger won’t go down.

Tis not unreasonable for me to prefer the destruction of the whole world to the scratching of my finger.

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

Being with you is familiar, like playing guitar after some time; the theory is there but my fingers have forgotten the chords.

Its as simple as that. A slow burning flame flickering upon these freckled fingers.