Just because I feel impatience doesn’t mean I’m unable to wait. It just means I don’t want to. I’ve waited a lifetime for some things, only to have the realization be far too brief. Certainly no where near the time I’ve put into the desire. Which leads me to question if good things actually do come to those who wait. From this seat, and I retain the right to move to the leather sofa, I’m thinking it’s not that good things come, it’s the quenching of that insatiable, god-awful impatience which tricks us into thinking what we were waiting for is actually good for us. I’m still waiting, meditating on the crunch of the carrots, knowing deep that what’s coming will be…

Within me lives a little girl who exists to be entertained and delighted. She craves adventure and each day designs a sparkling dynasty of intrigue, hope and what’s nextness. Without stopping to pause, she pushes me toward the next love, the next interest, the next enticing regime. She sleeps and I quietly relax and take in my surroundings, careful not to disturb her slumber. Sleep little one, let me enjoy these moments.

I don’t believe there is a fine line between love and hate. That’s an easy excuse to stay too long in a relationship.

I don’t believe in hate. Fear is the opposite of love.

I don’t believe we have limitations. The best part is always yet to be.

I don’t believe in silencing children (although I’d like to sometimes). They are our best teachers.

I don’t believe I can have recreational sex. Being that close to someone is too emotional.

I don’t believe life passes us by. I believe we forget to reach.