Coincidence does not convince me.

"Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the human spirit" -Edward Abbey
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"Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life" -Rachel Carson
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"Some people say they haven’t yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates." -Thomas Szasz
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"Seven Blunders of the World:
1. Wealth without work
2. Pleasure without conscience
3. Knowledge without character
4. Commerce without morality
5. Science without humanity
6. Worship without sacrifice
7. Politics without principle"
—Mahatma Gandhi


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Every word I never said, was all I was trying to say.
And all the tears I said I didn't cry.
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Stars die, and we must someday too. But, the universe remembers everything, and in its heart is where we are kept.
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After numberless nights without sleep, I realized that my instinct was right.
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Patterns are everywhere, the great question though is which ones should be broken?
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What's the use of a dream if there is no hope of it coming to life?

When you lie awake, and only light you see is streetlights, what do you dream of? What do you realize is missing?

The sun warms my skin, and I love it. But dear, you warm me much deeper.
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I want to find someone just as scared as me.
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I lose myself sometimes in clouds, in dirt, in stars, in nothing at all. Is this bliss?
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You still find ways to make my heart fill out of my eyes, and onto pages of paper of how I try to describe how I feel.
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I don't care when my footsteps will erode away, or when you will forget the exact words I said. But, if in my heart I know I painted the world with my love, I will be content.
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Twisting and turning, but nothing changing.