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For many of us,
this year was like a shotgun blast to the chest.
Young lives came to an abrupt end. Relationships we’d fought long and hard for had reached their boiling points. Jobs we’d broken our backs for showed little gratitude for our efforts. While others were posting Instagram photos of their perfect relationships, delicious food, and posh lifestyle, our income trudged miserably towards debt.
I like ending blogs with a quote. Something that neatly ties together all the sporadic musings I’ve pedantically scribbled across my digital notepad.
But sometimes I’ll find a passage—a cluster of calculated paragraphs that simply cannot be condensed into a cute, bite-sized “Tumblr quote.” Its words so precise, so potent, so packed with meaning, that to add any additional commentary would only pollute its author’s intent.
Five years ago, I stumbled upon one such passage. Its words marked the first day of the rest of my life…
This is my friend Nina Hans. We make art together.
Most people think I love hanging with her because she’s a Jew with nice legs. And while this may be true, the primary reason I enjoy Nina’s company is because she’s better than me.
Not a better designer, writer, or even a half-competent carnivore by any stretch of the imagination; but a better worker—i.e. Nina knows how to get sh*t done.
Designed by Brother Teresa
It is the creative mind — i.e. the writer, the speaker, the designer, the artist, the photographer, the director, the musician, the storyteller — that influence what gets HEARD and what gets IGNORED.
You ever stop & wonder how many times you crossed paths with someone before finally meeting them face-to-face?
While I’ve never been one to label coincidence as “fate,” I can’t help but be intrigued with this notion that certain people were meant to be part of our lives. Some brought for us to Love; and others, to help us Learn — a Divine Serendipity.
63 plays
“Oh my gosh, a hummingbird!”
Her fascination fascinated me
to redundancy.
She was a lovable spirit.
A bubbly, dorky, Canadian girl with
the appetite of three baby pandas.
“So much awe and excitement over
such a tiny bird,” I thought.
Then again,
perhaps her reaction was befitting.
Maybe it was I who’d lost perspective.
Age and Cynicism have muddied
my sense of Wonder.
Familiarity has made Miracles cliché.
I pray thee, O Lord,
that I may see the world
through the eyes
of the bubbly, dorky, Canadian girl.
Designed by Brother Teresa
Matchbox Men
Some of the most inspirational people I’ve ever met will never get the credit they rightfully deserve. They’re not very creative, not academically brilliant, nor do they possess the natural #swag of Donald Glover or Emma Stone.
What they do have, however, is a damn good smile.
Designed by Brother Teresa
Reblog | Remix
The fascinating thing about Tumblr is it’s socially backward. Instead of conversing with a person to find out who they are and what they do, you’re granted instant access into their psyche — i.e. their Likes, dislikes, personal tastes and philosophies. Reading a person, now precedes meeting a person. We’d rather stalk than talk.
If a picture’s worth a thousand words, then Moments is worth a thousand books. I cannot express how much I ♥ this.
Wooden’s Wisdom
Be more concerned with your character than your reputation because character is what you really are, reputation is merely what others think you are.
Don’t measure yourself by what you’ve accomplished, but by what you should have accomplished with your ability.
My father gave me a two-dollar bill for my grade-school graduation and said, “Hold on to this and you’ll never be broke.” I still have it. A lot of times, that’s all I’ve had. But I’ve never been broke.
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