If you list down whatever you didn’t get to do, then whatever you did won’t feel like it mattered.

Some of us are born to Run. Some of us are born to Climb. But we are all born to Live.

If it is worth the pain. If it is worth the anguish. Then leave me lying in agony.

Whatever may happen, the memories of then will always remain, ever so sweetly with me, nothing to tarnish it. Not even the ugliness of reality.

If we were to one day encounter a form of life more powerful and intelligent than our own, and it regarded us as we regard fish, what would be our argument against being eaten?

Your marks don’t matter when your radiance is overwhelming. When we’re our best selves we forget all those imperfections and appreciate beauty for how it is.