Perfectionism Is Slow Death.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.

Whenever I Find Myself Arguing For Something With Great Passion, I Can Be Certain I'm Not Convinced.

We Become What We Look At Most.

You're Wrong Means That I Don't Understand You, I'm Not Seeing What You're Seeing- And I'm Not Seeing All Of You There Is To See. But There Is Nothing Wrong With You. You Are What You Need To Be, Doing What You Need To Be Doing, And Although I May Take Steps To Protect Myself Of Others, I Do Not Know All And Therefore Am Literally Inadequate To Judge.

Today I Don't Want To Live For, I Want To Live.