As a child I learned not to run with scissors. As an adult I learned not to run with other people’s words.
I know of no other process to be as confining or as liberating as language.
Our perceptions and lingering expectations of moments passed is only further validation that we exist primarily in our own constructs of reality, as opposed to a collective, mutual, experience.
That which is fruitful for the collective is not always beneficial to the individual.
I attribute a vivid imagination and a misconstrued sense of meaning for what we often coin as nostalgia.
The fear of hurting another might actually just be the fear of owning his regret.
Circumstance does not result in outcome, but instead, brings to light that which already is.