“You’re constantly trying to prove yourself, even after you’ve made it.”

But trying to be genuine was harder than it seemed.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way.

All I want to do, is be more like me, and less like you.

I don’t like to hold back, because that’s how you hurt yourself.

Never forget the blood sweat and tears, the uphill struggle over years the fear and, trash talking and the people it was to, and the people that started it just like you.

The sun doesn’t give light to the moon, assuming the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Against my will I stand beside my own reflection.

I’m losing what I don’t deserve.

Even those who never frown, eventually break down.

The truth is that trust is a gift, it’s something we all can lose so hold on, it’s not where it goes, it’s where it can lead you to.

I want to find something I’ve wanted all along somewhere I belong.

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, handful of anger, held in my chest.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun, and the sun doesn’t give light to the moon assuming, the moon’s gonna owe it one.

Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple; sometimes goodbye’s the only way.

This isn’t what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me.

You just have to prove to yourself that you can go out there and be the best that you can be and not prove anything to anyone.

How high your awareness level is determines how much meaning you get from your world. Photography can teach you to improve your awareness level.

I’m a perfectionist. I’m pretty much insatiable. I feel there’s so many things I can improve on.

One cannot deny that in former times man’s life had been one of toil and hardship. It is correct to say, therefore, that modern civilization and the progress of science have greatly improved man’s life and have brought comfort and ease in their trail.

Doubt has evolved. From a ‘what if I can’t?’ To a ‘what if I can? And it doesn’t last?’

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

I think I can improve a lot. I think I can get a lot better. I feel like there’s much, much more I can do.

To hone my voice, I read everything, from books to cereal boxes, three times: once for fun, the second time to learn something new about the writing craft, and the third time was to improve that piece.