Poetic

If you run out of hope at the end of the day, rise in the morning and put it on again with your shoes.

The universal language is not texted, emailed, or spoken. It is felt.

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all the power we need inside ourselves already. We have the power to imagine better.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

The corollary to carpe diem is gratitude — gratitude for simply being alive, for having a day to seize. The taking of breath, the beating of the heart.

Life is not about warming yourself by the fire. Life is about building the fire. And generosity is the match.

We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

Memorials are the way we make promises to the future about the past.

Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you to another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you to a door that later takes you to another door.

There is nothing more beautiful than finding your course as you believe you bob aimlessly in the current. Wouldn't you know that your path was there all along, waiting for you to knock, waiting for you to become.

Your path is your character defining itself more and more every day like a photograph coming into focus, like a color that becomes more vivid in contrast with its surroundings.

I just wanted him to keep staring at the bird, because we both know that it could fly away at any moment.