Chasing success is like trying to squeeze a handful of water. The tighter you squeeze, the less water you get. When you chase it, your life becomes the chase, and you become a victim of always wanting more.
Everyone falls but not everyone rises.
What if the world were a little more perfect?
Would you stop crying? Would you take the leap?
we’ll both forget the breeze, most of the time
I can’t take my eyes off of you…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map