Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them - that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like. The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one's self to others. I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy. Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. The truth is you don't know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed. Personally, I just think rap music is the best thing out there, period. If you look at my deck in my car radio, you're always going to find a hip-hop tape; that's all I buy, that's all I live, that's all I listen to, that's all I love. We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

Benjamin Franklin said there were only two things certain in life: death and taxes. But I'd like to add a third certainty: trash. And while some in this room might want to discuss reducing taxes, I want to talk about reducing trash.

Nobody talks about the part when you have finally started to enjoy your own company, you have started to become happier and more appreciative of everything and everyone in your life but the ongoing voice at the back of your mind that haunts the living daylights out of you. It's like I have moved one step forward and five back, it's almost as if I am barely making it to the cliff side. I can feel past versions of me, one is crying begging people to love her, one is happy because she's laughing uncontrollably with the strongest human she ever knew at the time, one is taking photos non stop because she doesn't want to forget that day, one is begging herself to not admit it breaking him in pieces, one is being rude and pushing the people she loved most away, one was destructive and hates herself, one was too fearful to say hi and now.

He is a man who prefers the night. he was mesmerized by the beauty of the night. Everything related to the night he really liked. He loves the thousands of stars that adorn the night. The moonlight that illuminates the world, isn't it very beautiful? Why does he like the night? because one day he could feel himself being himself. He always daydreams at night and thinks about how to make peace with himself. how to love yourself. how to forgive all the things that happened to himself. He liked the cold and dark of the night.