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Collect the moments one by one, I guess that's how the future's done.

Feist, Mushaboom

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Have I done my best here, or

Will I be here next year, or

Are these my best years yet?

Was looking forward to

Being important, but

I'm not important, yet

If you put this scene on a movie screen

Is it called a happy end?

If the world gets me

Where I'm supposed to be

Will I know I've made it then?

It's so hard

Can we skip to the good part?

AJR, The Good Part

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Love isn't big, kid It's little and quiet

AJR, Turning Out, pt. iii

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Real life is, to most men, a long second-best, a perpetual compromise between the ideal and the possible.

Bertrand Russell, A Free Man's Worship

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One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.

k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again

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You say I turned out fine. I think I'm still turning out.

AJR, Turning Out

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It is from common rather than individual consciousness - from generations of communal labor and not the passing whimsies of individuals - that the enduring features of human identity are born. We are above all creatures of time, defined by a history that we make together.

Benjamin R. Barber, Strong Democracy

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No matter if you're born To play the king or pawn For the line is thinly drawn between joy and sorrow So my fantasy becomes reality And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.

Simon & Garfunkel, Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall

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For no part of life, neither public affairs nor private, neither in the forum nor at home, neither when acting on our own nor in dealings with another, can be free from duty. Everything that is honorable in a life depends upon its cultivation, and everything dishonorable upon its neglect.

Cicero

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“I’m not into convincing people I’m worthy. I’m into people who’ll convince me on my worst days that I’m still worth the world.”

— Reyna Biddy

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“Don’t kill flowers growing inside of you for someone who doesn’t appreciate the way you bloom.”

— Billy Chapata

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“Today I forgive myself. Not just once. Again, and again, and again. As many times as it takes to find peace.”

— Unknown

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“At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.”

— Unknown

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Look inside of me and see that I am not afraid To walk inside the void like a kid inside a cave Discovering the patterns of my soul and where it's placed I've been mapping many caverns but it still feels like a maze

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Half Alive, Creature

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I've been tryna melt you down Change your mind and how you felt Make you into someone else It never helped, it never helped I don't wanna make you hurt Justify what I deserve I love you and only if Will never work, will never help I'll stop tryna make you better There was nothing ever wrong It's not my job to change you Just 'cause I can't relate to Your seasons, God it takes two I was summer, you were fall Keep changing like the weather I'll stop tryna make you better, I'll stop

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Half Alive, I'll Stop

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The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act.

And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured.

Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are.

There must be some beauty -- and if not beauty, meaning -- in that brutal power. I am still trying, and mostly failing, to find it.

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Ocean Vuong, Survival as a Creative Force

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be softer with you. you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life. ---

Nayyirah Waheed