There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want.

You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing.

I first learned about Thich Nhat Hanh on a date last year of all places, when the man I was out with informed me Hanh was a Buddhist monk and peace activist whom Martin Luther King Jr. had nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Imagine a group of cells living inside you, lying dormant until just the right time when—they strike and dissolve you into an “organic goop.”

It’s just a few days past the one year anniversary of Prince’s death, and I’ve been thinking of him (Him should almost be capitalized his influence was so powerful).