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.
It seems like the whole purpose of life is to humble you, and made humble we certainly are — or will be.
You can't resist the whole world. It will wear you down over time.
Willfulness is often a mindset of self-battery. It's very tricky in that it can seem like strength when really it is just arrogance.
One of the defining moments in my life was in learning to not unnecessarily resist things.
