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Friendship that ends…

Disorder is not a mistake; it is our default. Order is always artificial and temporary.

Mercy to the guilty, is cruelty to the innocent.

Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing.

Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.

A playful electric bus.

The most difficult thing is the decision to act. The rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers.

We can’t be a supporting character in our own story. We have to be the protagonist.

Find a tribe. Your tribe. Your band of humans, who will support and challenge you — and you, them.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.