I am a series of paradoxes....
Ask me anything
Theme By Jon
You can’t live what’s gone, you can only remember it, and memories have no life. They’re just pale reminders of a time that’s gone—like faded photographs, or a dried-up daisy chain at the back of a drawer. They have no substance. They can’t take you back. Nothing can take you back. Nothing can be the same as it was.
Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.