sometimes

Sometimes the only thing that gives me any satisfaction is the belief that I’ve tried my best.

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your well of love

Your well of love is endless. Don’t be afraid to spread it around everywhere.

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masterpiece

You don’t need to paint, write poetry, or play music to be creative and be an artist.

Make your life a living and breathing masterpiece!

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why people will always

Why people will always love and need art; be it music, painting, film, poetry or otherwise. Because, when done right, it gives us a glance into the deepest part of the soul. It opens up a small door into our own divinity and the beauty and mystery of the universe.

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fear is the death nail

Fear is the death nail of our spirit. It’s when we no longer realize the true and deep connection we each have to all living things. It looks to separate; It brings on loneliness and isolation. When the only comfort any of us truly have, in this strange but beautiful world, is each other.

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the essence of our stories

The essence of our stories are relatively the same. It’s the plot that’s different. We are all just searching for ourselves in every changing season.

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when you play

When you play from the soul,
it does not matter what the notes are.

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when someone asks me

When someone asks me how much money I make, I ask them how many sun rises have you seen? Did you ever try and count the stars at night?

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the soul of the world is dying

The soul of the world is dying. We are losing touch with our humanity. Sometimes it’s simply because the masses are so pre-occupied with just getting by, paying their own bills, and holding on by a thread.

Sometimes it’s a lack of empathy. It’s becoming widespread, as we lose ourselves in our technology.

I see more and more homeless people everywhere. It’s becoming an epidemic, even in what is considered the richest country in the world.

I can’t help but think that we have failed. That we’ve gone off course and lost a crucial part of ourselves. Our hearts darkened with despair.

Some things can’t be helped. Life often has its own ebb and flow that’s out of our control. But what I try to remember, as I try to survive and even thrive during my time here, is that the greatest gift you can give anyone is a helping hand. Whether it is your own blood, a dear friend, or a complete stranger.

I often try and help the elderly cross the street, or a mother carry her child in a stroller down the stairs to the subway. Very little things that I always keep an eye out for.

Once a friend asked me why I was so compelled to do these very simple and kind acts. I told him it was less about being kind and more about hoping someone would do the same for my mother or sister if there ever was a need.

Treat the world and all that’s in it like your own family and watch your heart begin to shine again. And, just maybe, it’s not too late to save ourselves from ourselves.

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loneliness and sorrow

Sometimes, when I feel the loneliness and sorrow
so acutely penetrating my whole being,

I think about how absolutely enormous the universe is;
from the nucleus of an atom inside our body
to the vast and deep infinite edges of space.

I think about how much there is to see
and all the magnificent life found everywhere.
It’s only then that I realize if we can see that much,
how much must there be that goes unseen, not visible to the naked eye.
And how delighted and amazed we will be when the veil is finally lifted.

It will be like a blind person given sight for the very first time.