A philosophy and history student. I spend my days searching for truth and beauty.
The happiest days of my life have tended to be the days when I have been most curious. They are the days when questions have flowed freely from my mind.
Once upon a time it wasn't obvious that democracy was a good thing. The idea of letting everyone have a say was terrifying for some.
Unreasonable so often really means you don't agree with me. Unreasonable usually means I think you are wrong because you don't think like me.
I have never really understood birthdays. They tragically seem to me just like every other day. You expect this deep change to occur within you when you reach the end of another year of life.
So many problems are caused by flawed thinking. The problem is, however, that most of the thinking that causes the problems is hidden from us. It is thinking that has been done by others.
The problem with personal appearance is that it is rarely personal. Embedded in the word appearance is the idea of an audience.
It's easy being miserable. It's even easier to make art about being miserable. Its much harder to be happy and capturing happiness in art happens so rarely.
Driving through McDonald's there are 5 youngsters standing with their hands down their pants. Did I miss something.
You should study something useful like mechanical engineering as you'll never get a job with that degree. Is the usual reaction i get when people learn I am studying history and philosophy.
Does he know that he's fading With the passing of tomorrow. Does his tired eyes see as we see, The ache of the slow slow death Imperceptible in its bite.
Writing is easy. Sometimes. You just sit down and let the words drip out of your mouth onto the paper (or computer). Sometimes they flow fast. Other times they slop out slowly.
Believe in the hope that is in you. Give your dreams wings and let them fly. The limits of our dreams are the limits of our world.
Nothing compares to the feel of pen on paper. The production of something tangible and real that you can hold in your hands is intoxicating.
I carry a dead relationship around with me It stays quiet most of the time But it's festering corpse always looms over me, Sometimes haunting me still With its rotting remains.
For decades he was a constant north star. Unwavering and secure. A cosmic protector. Watching over the world. As hearts are woven. And hearts are broken. Now His celestial light is fading.
Sometimes I find myself taking the easy path through life. The one that is signposted: route of least resistance.
There are days when the work seems effortless. The books are a joy to read, your mind is full of fragments of ideas to write down. These days are day when learning is fun.
There is nothing quite like the tantalising pause before loves first kiss. The anticipation is palpable as your lips quiver whilst getting closer.
The first mistake I made Was thinking that the light Coming from me was my own Not yours reflecting off me..
Even now I still want you To feel the unbearable absence Of me in your life. I want to always be on your mind Haunting every waking breathe.
If everything you say is a copy of someone else's words then with time your individual voice will be lost.
When the inevitable zombie invasion happens. People will thank me for the fact that I spent my teenage years playing computer games.
Virtual hugs, cuddles and kisses whilst sweet, thoughtful and kind are no where near as good as the real thing. Virtual things will never replace the satisfaction that comes from reality..
There comes a time in your life when you have to make that leap to yes or no. And everyone around you keeps shouting their bad advice.
"I hate everything that merely instructs me without increasing or directly improving my activity." Nietzsche.
Every time I read a book I am always aware that I am not reading at the same time I am reading.
The one thing that I fear most is in life is mediocrity. That my life will be that unremarkable, dull, average, and uninteresting that it will pass by without leaving a ripple in the world.
I do the best thinking when I am in bed. In that lazy half awake state first thing in the morning when you should get out of bed but instead just lie under the covers all warm and snug.
A book should be an axe that breaks the frozen sea within our soul. But what if the sea inside our soul is too frozen and cant be broken, or if we are not strong enough to weld the ax.
The true sign of wisdom is a realisation that the only thing you know is just how little you do know.
The truth. The truth is we can't handle the truth.