I’m happy, I think. Not the kind of happy people write books and songs about, but the kind of happy where genuine, pleasant thoughts occasionally flutter in among the dark ones and smiling almost feels natural again. But no one ever writes songs about how scary being happy is–it’s terrifying, actually, because whether you’re conscious of it or not, there’s always a reason behind that happiness, and where there is a reason, a reason can be taken away. That’s a scary thought.

Who ever told you that you were not enough?

Whoever they were, they did not know you at all. Because if they did, they would’ve seen the spark in your eyes, the light in your soul, & the magic in your laughter. They would’ve seen the dark times that you’ve been through & how your light now shines brighter because of it. They would’ve seen all of your human ‘flaws’ & characteristics, the past experiences you’ve been through & 'mistakes’ you’ve made & they would know that you are much more than all of that. They would’ve seen that you could never be called 'enough’ because you are more than that. You are one of a kind & absolutely irreplaceable.

—  You are more than ‘enough’.
Road Trip

I want to road trip with a girl who sees the positives in everything. Who can see the rain hitting our windshield but be mesmerized by the clouds. I want her to play her favorite album for me, as I discover more about who she is in every lyric. I want her to lay her head out the open window and stare at the endless trees, falling asleep to the sound of the wind. I want to eat at a run down diner in the middle of nowhere with her and act like it’s from a 5 star restaurant because we got ourselves lost and didn’t eat all day. I want to visit places no one has ever heard of. I want to take pictures at places like a collector’s museum or a park in a small town because these are the real parts of the world, not dolled up and distorted for us to see. I don’t want this to be a group, I don’t want this to be a party, hell I don’t even want some people to know we left. I want our cellphones off, I want the radio on high, I want us to sing at the top of our lungs. And every clear night I want to lay on the hood of my car and look at the stars. Let them melt away the worry of gas prices, and car mileage, and the disapproval of our parents. I want to hold her hand and sleep to the sound of nature, because no bed can do this justice. For comfort in every sense of the word lies solely in her arms.

Joseph Heller wrote the massive bestseller

Joseph Heller wrote the massive bestseller, Catch-22 (about World War II).

Later in his life Heller went to a party in the Hamptons. Mostly young hedge fund guys at the party.

While he was at the party, someone came up to him and pointed out some 25 year old guy. “You see that guy over there?” he said. “That guy made more money last year than all of your books will make in your entire lifetime, times ten.”

Joseph Heller looked at the 25 year old guy then said. “But I have one thing that that man will never have.”

His friend gave a sort of scoff and said, “What could that possibly be?”

And Joseph Heller said, “Enough.”


You don’t have to love yourself in order for other people to love you. You don’t have to love yourself to be in a relationship where the other person loves you. But there will come a time when you will be alone and you will be sad and you will be hating everything about yourself and you cannot blame that on them. You feel alone, and they can’t always know when you feel like that. It is not their job to love you. So, yes you can be in a relationship and not love yourself but you’re not with that person every minute. No matter how much time you spend with them, you aren’t. You’re with yourself every minute of every day. Don’t spend those minutes hating yourself. Make them count.