Details are often the parts that people relate to. At the same time, they are also the things that limit and label us, too.

When one draws lines, there is always a risk of being on the inside and wanting to be on the outside, or being on the outside and wanting to be on the inside.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of "green"?

If we lived more from the person we would like ourselves to be and less from the "ideal" that others would like to experience us as, I suspect we would be lying a whole lot less, and liking ourselves a whole lot more. It takes a lot of effort to defend something we're not.

I hate when my mind is empty and swimming at the same time.

The mistake people make is in believing that things will stay the same. An even bigger mistake is wanting them to stay the same.