Sometimes Taking Time Is Actually

Which Is Why I Am Writing This Book. To Think. To Understand. It Just Happens To Be The Way I'm Made. I Have To Write Things Down To Feel I Fully Comprehend Them.

So Many Dreams, So Many Disappointments, So Many Promises. And In The End, They All Just Vanish.

My Peak? Would I Even Have One? I Hardly Had Had Anything You Could Call A Life. A Few Ripples, Some Rises And Falls. But That's It. Almost Nothing. Nothing Born Of Nothing. I'd Loved And Been Loved, But I Had Nothing To Show. It Was A Singularly Plain, Featureless Landscape. I Felt Like I Was In A Video Game. A Surrogate Pacman, Crunching Blindly Through A Labyrinth Of Dotted Lines. The Only Certainty Was My Death.

A Person Learns How To Love Himself Through The Simple Acts Of Loving And Being Loved By Someone Else.

Life Doesn't Require Ideals. It Requires Standards Of Action.