The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
“I’ve spent my entire life doing what she’s done — loving the one not there… somebody I’ve never met. I have a rough idea of what he looks like. I have a more specific take on what he thinks, what he feels. I have an almost exact sense of how he makes me feel. I’ve never met him. I may never meet him. I’ve actually been told he’s not even out there.”(Ally McBeal)
Some things you can never leave behind. They don’t belong to the past. They belong to you.
—Rick Yancey, The Fifth Wave (via the-secrets-behind-the-covers)