Are you aware the shape I'm in?

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.





























We are born to love as we are born to die,

and between the heartbeats of these two mysteries

lies tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives.

There is nowhere to go but through.

And so we walk, lose, and lose again,

in the mapless wilderness of love.







When you don't have love, it's like there's
a party going on and everybody was invited
except you. And you just happen to walk
by that house in the rain.
-Dane Cook





Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common. Plus there’s the fact that music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.


Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever.




We are never the people we think we are.
We are the ones we pretend, with all our
hearts, we can't become.