Think Horses

Here’s the secrete: You wake up in the morning, bed-warm and sleepy, half in your dreams, half already slipping back into into reality. You have a choice. You take your dreams with you, or you forget. You surrender to the real world and all its harsh realities, or you your dreams - to live the clouds as your hair, stars as your eyes, the fabric of the universe dressing you in shimmering possibility. And if you choose the dream world, that first step down out of your bed into the colder morning chill will be a step into the rabbit hole instead. You wont feel the floorboards beneath your feet because you’ll be falling, the infinite possibilities yawning open under you, and a big, wide expanse for you to fill with your hopes.

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I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.
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Dear woman…

You are justified in your righteous expressions and your feelings are valid.
Do not let the parameters of a skewed and judgemental society define you.
You are marvelous, resilient, loud, boisterous, sweet, meek and gentle. You are everything they say you are and so much more. You’re a melange of divine aesthetics.
There is no book that begins and finishes with the same page. So write your book however you please: angry pages, sad pages, happy pages, rebellious pages but make sure they are all your pages.
This life is yours, own it, wear it, and carry it with grace.
Your very essence is godness.
Woman, even the very sun bows in reverence as it touches your skin.
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I became burdened…with useless baggage that I now want off my back. I want to uneducate myself of…worthless concepts, so that I may return to a virginal personality…to a rebirth of real intent and of real self. Then I won’t be lost in a collective whole that fits nobody because it’s made to fit everybody. Wherever I go, from the corner of my eye, I see…people moving in groups, like schools of fish… This is one of the things I fear more than anything else. I loathe collectivity. Man’s greatness and nobility consists in standing free of the mass. How he extricates himself from it is his own personal problem and private struggle

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