Quarky

@elonmuskmel7 Tint

Dream, who doesn't have one? What makes all the difference is whether or not you're brave enough to face it, live through it.

In a way, rage can employ the starving will. Only through the right motivations and the right channeling. It gets affected by its own nature, through the virtues of one's existence.

Change isn't bad. Cuz you always wanted it better. And if you can't step in and take responsibility for being uncomfortable, you might as well stop complaining.

Stability is a killer. Of your dreams...

You might have a full friend list but, you have an empty party. -valo

Way forward is forward leg. Walk!

The breath of a roomful echoes couldn't justify the lasting tribulations and turmoil.

In a freekin cold promise, there is at least one person who believed it could happen. And the belief has made it to the shore.

Imagine you've a quench for success. By definition you would never see the light of it. Now you wanna feel the thrust, not below the success, just above the failures. Movement in time, the time, and examples set. Maybe on and on or just a day before the last ever sight.

Maybe it doesn't have to be the kind where people try to live up to the bonds named after the synthetic ideals. Genuine figures and gestures, only when they mean, no name is good enough for what is held and expressed.

Remember! It is the room for us to grow when paths don't cross.

Some words just resonate in utter silence.

Today I was giving an Orientation and I quoted something that stuck with me. "If I don't look at myself a day, a month and a year ago and feel how dumb I was and smile at it, what did I do this whole time, I was pretty much the same or worse."

I'm sure there's always a little of something to learn from the niche market products than the success stories of monopolies and disruptors.

Deliberation. Things you portray. Intuition. What If there isn't one?

The media has grown from storage to social. Now it's half full of s**t.

And then comes the time where you regret there would rather be more attention to those moments than the fleeting admissions time allow. Those quiet seconds, slipping through, hold within them the essence of life—the laughter shared.

Real gamers don't take the relief of a reset button.

Love is a beautiful lie. Death is a hard truth. And you know what you want.