The little things? The little moments? β They arenβt little.
You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
If you are not willing to look stupid, nothing great will ever happen to you.
I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?
Silence doesnβt always mean you have nothing to say. It may mean you realize that words arenβt always necessary.
If you are not willing to look stupid, nothing great will ever happen to you.
When the eyes are tired, we cannot see. When the mind is tired, we cannot think. But when the heart is tired, we cannot anything.