I secretly loved him. Yet he hardly knows I exist.
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world.
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars. Can you see how they roar their light?
Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day whispering “I will try again tomorrow.”