Every day a challenge; every day an adventure.

Life is long, but it is finite.

And every day, we should do something memorable, something that we want to do. So that at the end of the day, we can say, “Oh my, that was amazing.” So that at the end of our lives we can say, “Oh my, that was amazing.”

I feel you all about me as I walk the streets of your city

Whatever else, I am an individual.

I am free, as free as I can be.

“At last, the city of evil sleeps, and our mysterious hero awakes.”

Consume life.

No government is legitimate.

This life.

China has simply been the center of humanity forever.

Live life.

My long-held beliefs have been confirmed – adults have no idea what they’re doing.

Dusk comes too soon.

Stories need to be told.

Put all the people I’ve ever known in a barrel
One by one, give them to me
Label each “friend” when it’s true
And we’ll try to fill up the other barrel

Where is that girl with the easy smile?

With spite I do lay myself to rest;
and with spite I shall rise.

Work for 20 hours straight and wonder why other people can’t do the same.

Remember to keep going forward.

I am my own god.

There is a distinction between “best” as most efficient and “best” as better than all other competitors. Absolute and relative.

Pore over stuff.

To be the best is to be the most efficient. But does not being perfectly efficient take away from the feeling of triumph?

If you didn’t know, I was waving to you with my right hand. I didn’t raise it high, I just held it out from my side.

The wind feels good on my face.

Whence do you come?
Where do you go?

Lucubrate!

It’s not places I’m interested in; I like moving.

Firewater and melancholy
Blasphemy and horseshit

"What's a church?"
"It's a building to go to to worship."
"To go to to worship?"
"To go to to worship."

“Don’t look so sad,” Danielle said.
“I’m sorry,” I said.

You ever get a song just stuck in your head? I got one of those. It’s been there for 37 days now. I don’t even like the damn song.

Tonight we live!
And on this eve we shall live forever

"The details are not very colorful but they describe well the boring-ness."

The Incomprehensibility of Time

The past and the future do not exist, except as thoughts. The past exists only as memory, the future exists only as anticipation: time truly consists of only the present moment.

The present moment is an infinitesimally small point on a line representing a passage of time.

Because of its infinitesimal nature, time is beyond human comprehension.

A murmur escapes your lips
Delectable, Incomprehensible

Here I am, locked in the terrible throes of winter. We didn’t have school today. The windchill factor was 50 below (oF).

Anyway, the winter. I get nothing done. I have to sleep. I sleep a lot.

Of course it’s natural for humans to hibernate – we are mammals, are we not?

I know where the wanderlust comes from. I can feel it burning deep within me right now. With my entire world locked in miserable snow and ice, I dream about the summer, and running somewhere. I can envision green fields and trees passing by from a boxcar. I have given up my dream of running away into the world and never coming back to here. I really must come back. I have far too many opportunities. But my thirst for adventure is still strong. I shall live yet.

I would much rather read someone’s autobiography than any biography about them.

Know thy goals and go after them; make the decisions.

I try not to haze the line I see between these writings and a journal. A journal, which I plan to keep some day on my travels, should be a chronicle of events. This book should contain my raw opinions carefully expressed in written words.

I have noticed recently that my speech is deteriorating. When I talk, I am occasionally leaving out the “s” in possessive nouns, ignoring articles, or forming contractions from words that are not usually contracted or from three words. I wonder about this. Could this at times incomprehensible speech be an effect from a stage I have hit upon in my adolescence? Perhaps it’s a symptom of a mental disorder. I’ve had isolated incidents of jumbled speech before. Previously, I just disregarded such events as times when I had an overabundance of thoughts swimming in my head and was unable to convey a single one entirely and effectively through my mouth.

I find this issue perplexing, but not considerably thought-provoking.

AIDS is transmitted by the one most impulsive instinct humans have, the desire to reproduce. Abstinence is said to be the only sure prevention of it, but hardly anybody can be abstinent.

The human race is doomed.

The power of words to spout love or hate, compatibility or conflict, lust or repulsiveness…mere words, which take seconds to be expressed and understood -- or misunderstood.

Lives are constructed or destroyed by words.

The hustle is nothing; it can be ignored.