There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns.
If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself.
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. what we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish.
There is no free will.
There are no variables.
Losing a long written thought without it being saved due to a second blackout in one night is like losing my glasses. The thoughts were clear until they became a blur once the page was torn out.
I am thankful for the difficult people in my life. They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
So a lady came to my door selling a box of chocolates. She said she is selling them to make some funds because her children were living in a motel. I felt the sympathy so I bought about 4 chocolate kit kats and also because chocolates at your door why nottttt. As soon as I bought them she said enjoy your poison :)). Not sure if its a metaphor or if she’s really serious..
Only by a continual effort can I create. My tendency is to drift toward immobility. My deepest, surest inclination lies in silence and the daily routine…But I know that I stand erect through that very effort and that if I ceased to believe in it for a single moment I should roll over the precipice. This is how I avoid illness and renunciation, raising my head with all my strength to breathe and to conquer. This is my way of despairing and this is my way of curing myself.
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