Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.

Pablo Picasso (via seabois)

And what is the most terrible thing about boredom? Why do we rush to dispel it? Because it is a distraction-free state which soon enough reveals underlying unpalatable truths about existence—our insignificance, our meaningless existence, our inexorable progression to deterioration and death.

Irvin Yalom, The Schopenhauer Cure (via mirroir)

And as I tell him about things in my life.
I find myself being honest to myself.
I also discover my story.

I spill my words into a paper cup and hand it to him.
He takes a sip.
A gulp.
Bottoms up.

I don’t know what he reads of me though.
But he has become my journal.
And it feels good to have a friend like that.

(Who stays up till 5 am listening to what you have to say)

It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

 Frédéric Chopin (via petrichour)

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Haruki Murakami (via wordsthat-speak)