We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic. What happens matters. Maybe only to us, but it matters.



"If you spend your time chasing butterflies, they'll fly away, If you spend your time making a beautiful garden, the butterflies will come to you. And if they don't come, you still have your beautiful garden."
-Mario Quintana

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

There once was a boy
A robotic boy
With a crank sticking out of his brain

He never performed
With sadness or joy
He was just simply programmed to sing

So he sang
Until one day

With no one around
This robot fell down
And the crank it broke off of his head
With the jar to his hard drive
He felt all alive
The old robot he used to be; dead

There was rage in his brain
There was pain in his frame
There was love, there was hunger and strife
He felt lonely, rejected at times disconnected
No answer to the meaning of life