"I took my time, trying to find the right words. I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself."
Haruki Murakami
  • The universe—has been good to me the past 25 years.  I count myself as one of the lucky ones to have met so many good people who have influenced who I am today. I count myself as one of the lucky ones to have experienced just enough struggle to learn about myself, to appreciate…to reach and let go without breaking. 

     I am only one person, one voice, one idea out of billions, and I have always been comfortable being a wallflower, a leaf in a summer breeze drifting along any path that opened before me—but I have also always wanted to be a person, a voice, an idea that touches billions.  I have wanted to inspire the way I am often inspired by a story, a song…a clear blue sky after rolling off the wrong side of the bed. 

     

    That feeling of your insides lifting—I want to be the one to make you feel it.    

     

    Today, I am resigning from my full time job.  After 7 years of working (from retail to corporate), I have learned that stability can be poison—a poison that paralyses your person, your voice, and your ideas very slowly, eventually, permanently.

    In the coming months, I’ll be experimenting a lot to develop my illustration style, exploring ways to communicate through art and learning more about myself.

    I will be giving up many comforts, disappointing many people (mainly family), but I have never given anything my all and it’s about time. 

    Life is lived on the edge, with the threat of the fall, but also the exhilaration of taking flight.  Right?

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  • NYC | Happy Bones

    "Only one thing is certain about coffee…Wherever it is grown, sold, brewed, and consumed, There will be lively controversy, strong opinions, and good conversation." -Mark Pendergast

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  • "The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."
    Ernest Hemingway 
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  • let us “shake the dust”

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  • "

    Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
    and rightdoing there is a field.
    I’ll meet you there.

    When the soul lies down in that grass
    the world is too full to talk about.

    "
    Rumi
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  • "I took my time, trying to find the right words. I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself." 
    Haruki Murakami 

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  • There is a skylight above my desk (cubicle without walls) that gets me through the day.  Monday through Friday, my eyes are glued to the computer screen, inputting data, stressing over people stressing out in emails from some country I’ve always wanted to visit, and trying to edit photos that are blurry beyond salvation. 

    But there is a skylight above my desk, where cotton candy clouds carelessly drift by and for a moment, I am lifted.  

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  • "We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society."
    Alan Watts
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  • john frusciante
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  • damn, the feeeelsss!

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  • "I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
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