“ We learned in art class that technically, black is not a colour, but rather, the absence of. Black was in fact, a shade—one that held its presence in every gradation of grey, only departing completely, with the transition into white. I always thought of white as a clean slate, an un-written page. A snow covered field or a wedding dress. White is starting over, an absolution from all your sins. That day, I was the furthest away from white that I could possibly be. ”
“ Your love is definitely an ocean within yourself.
Loving others creates a river to their ocean. Now,
those rivers may dry up or close up all together,
but the ocean of love within you will always find
So protect your waters. Keep it clean of pollution.
Let no pirates plunder your sunken treasures.
Flow. Stream. Drench. Tsunami. Ebb. ”
“ Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing. ”