A new chance can begin through your inner-life by making peace with yourself through total acceptance.
You can remember again. You can be free. You can reclaim your innocence. You can dream again. You can awaken.
Many more die by routine than by corporeal death.
Our routine and responsibility becomes a form of amnesia where we forget who we are while we slowly die inside.
No more trees to climb; no more careless adventures; no more dreams — just living a scripted life where you barely even remember who you are, only who you were told to be.
Nothing can torment you more than yearning for freedom in a world of civic enslavement.
A heart's call for freedom can be its own form of bondage in a world of liberty lost.
Freedom is everything; being free from falsehood, fear, control, and your own demons.
Like it had been put in them, it was put in me; they transmitted their fear to me like the disease it is — their viciousness, ignorance, and rage infected me.
Trauma mercifully seems to blot out the periods of its betiding, like a compassionate amnesia, but many sweet moments are also lost in that personal fog of war.
