Stolen Dance // Milky Chance
"Coldest winter for me
No sun is shining anymore
The only thing I feel is pain
Caused by absence of you.”
Vacationer, “Paradise Waiting”
The lovely Château Pichon Longueville in Pauillac, France. #dispatchfrom @wmbrownproject. #travelerinfrance #bordeaux #wine
Fire Lord’s Portraits
Fire Lord Sozin’s Father
Fire Lord Sozin
Fire Lord Azulon
Fire Lord Ozai
Fire Lord Zuko
For my entire life, I always wanted more.
There was always something better out there, something I didn’t have that I wanted. Whatever I had just wasn’t enough. And it’s sometimes a great motivator, you know, because if you want more, you have to do more, and be better.
But sometimes, it’s not. Sometimes it doesn’t let me see what I have right in front of me because I’m too busy looking out to the next thing. Sometimes I can’t enjoy the present because I’m too busy looking out at the future.
But I’m going to change that, because I have to. I have to see what I have with me, what I’m holding in my hand, and recognize that it is what I’ve wanted, it’s even more than I could have imagined, and I can only really cherish it if I would stop looking for something better. It’s this that I should see and understand.
I have to stop looking out all the time and just learn to love what I have.
Maybe sunlight filters through the vinyl blinds and hits your eyes, or its glow bounces off the walls around you and the aura gently wakes you. Maybe your dream drifts into reality, or maybe you slowly blink into consciousness. For whatever reason, you wake up.
- Me: *at Costco* can I have a smoothie?
- Dad: You're already getting dim sum, and we're buying all this food for you. Why is your birthday such a big deal?
- Me: Because I'm the first born. I'm the most important!
- Dad: *grumbles* I guess that's true.
“It seems that the more I tried to make my life about the pursuit of art, the more money controlled my life: collecting unemployment insurance, the humiliation of borrowing money from friends and family, tossing and turning at night while trying to figure out how to pay the rent. To survive I had to work hard jobs and afterwards I’d feel too tired and too stressed to paint. It’s very hard to create under those circumstances. Creativity is a delicate process. Often times I wonder if I should have just pursued a career for the first half of my life, obtained some degree of financial security, and then transitioned into art.”
“She said ‘I love you and I want to spend my life with you.’ Then ten days later, we sat in a diner, and she said ‘I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“What was your happiest moment with her?”
“The happiest times were just little moments of exuberance. Like when she jumped on my back because something swam up against her in the ocean. Or when we danced in the kitchen when the pizza arrived”