It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.
Oriah
The delicacy of letting go.

Dear Optimism,

A friend today asked me if I’ve written in the past about friendships or relationships and when to know you should let certain ones go. hmmm,  that question buzzed in my ear as I can 100% relate to this subject presently. It’s not a secret…

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Grey Area.

“There are two ways to look at life. The first view is that nothing stays the same and that nothing is inherently connected, and that the only driving force in anyone’s life is entropy. The second is that everything pretty much stays the same (more or…

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The Irrefutable Ambition of Youth

It strikes me that this may be one of the differences between youth and age: when we are young, we invent different futures for ourselves; when we are old, we invent different pasts for others. -Julian Barnes

What would you do if you knew you could not…

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Two Thousand Thirteen.

Dear Optimism,

Why do so many of us thrive off of a new year? It’s like it is the only chance out of 365 days that we can “start over”… but the residue of what we’ve created the rest of however many days we’ve lived doesn’t go away does it? And who’s to…

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