Words are my coiled rope, clipped to my waist, ready to catch me if I jump too far away from the cliff's edge. They call me back to my place, still my tears when I am crying, and fill me with unsuspecting hope when I need it. They are my buoy. I am a writer because I adore words. They are the foundation of the castle that I live in. They are the ground that the trees spring from in my world. They swirl around, in a nebulous cluster, ready to hit me at any time with their irrevocable force. They are everything to me.
So when I feel the way I feel now, I like to reach back for the stars that guide me. I like to reach out and let them fill me with their magic.
"You may have success in life, but then ask yourself - what kind of life was it? What good was it if you've never done the thing you wanted to do all your life or went where your heart and soul wanted to go. When you find that feeling, stay with it, and don't let anyone throw you off."
Joseph Campbell
"If you can see your path laid out ahead of you step by step, then you know it’s not your path."
Joseph Campbell
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or faraway."
Henry David Thoreau
"Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the time I am being carried on great winds across the sky."
Ojibway Dream Song
The las one always hits me the hardest, because it's so true. I am so fortunate, I have so much to be thankful for. I should never complain. I should be full of radiance and never let a glimmer of anything else tarnish that. I believe, like they all believed, in something that exists only in my own mind. I have to stay strong and bring it forth. Because if I falter, they will all die with me.
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