One thing I've learned is sadness is not limited to funerals or receiving shitty presents on your birthday.
Guy next to me at the bar is complaining about all the places he's not allowed to build his duck hunting blind. All I can think of is how I can smuggle the map out to the ducks. Does that make me a hero to ducks or a traitor to my kind?
Every once in a while I regret I never pursued a career in professional sports. Then I remember how bad I was at any sort of activity that required a modicum of athletic prowess and realize I made the right decision. At least when it comes to sports; when it comes to everything else, I totally fucked up.
Alcohol should never be the answer but it at least helps you ignore the question.
Anyone who believes they know more as they get older must be living in reverse.
The challenge of believing in self worth lies inherently in the term: 'self'. You first have to believe in yourself before you can believe you're worth anything.
No one stays on top forever and the tip of a mountain is drastically smaller than its base; a fact that plays an important factor in where you stand for any length of time.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me. Unless any of those names are written on one of those rocks; that might sting a bit.
The times in my life are often steered by one of two questions; "Why the Hell am I here?" or "I'm here, so why the Hell not?"
If I could have any super power, I think I'd choose the power of indifference. Not that it really matters anyway.