A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.
I want to love this world
as though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
Maybe happiness is this: not feeling like you should be elsewhere, doing something else, being someone else.
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s where you find light when all grows dark.
Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.