At any given moment, at least two of my coworkers are involved in a sexual relationship. Put thirty young, attractive people in a room together week after week and it’s bound to happen.
You don’t acknowledge a god, or the lack of one, until there’s blood on your hands.
You believed in him the way you believed in pointing fingers, but his were longer, leaner and stronger.
It is said that people with big minds talk about ideas, people with average minds talk about events, and those with small minds talk about others.
When you’re meeting someone for the first and only time, you don’t have to worry about how you present yourself. Cracks don’t show through in memory. There’s no reason to prove anything, and there’s no future to worry about. Because it’s the only time, you can’t take it for granted.
What are you being paid for your freedom? Is it worth it? Does it even make a difference?
A long time ago I read something that said our hearts seek out those who need it most. I believed it for a long and used it as an explanation for why I was always falling for broken people with addictions or self-neglect or egocentric attitudes.
I was never a heavy Facebook user, though. I’d check it daily, but I wasn’t proactive about it. I didn’t seek people out, I didn’t stalk my exes, and I rarely posted status updates or new photo albums.
I’ve often asked my friends the question: “what would you do if you could do anything, money no option?”
By changing our own beliefs about why and how things work out – because of intent rather than blind luck – we transform ourselves from victims to conscious creators.