Sergio A.M.
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Miami, Florida.
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Excerpt from “Pensées” by Blaise Pascal

When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space which I fill, and even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I am ignorant, and which know me not, I am frightened, and am astonished at being here rather than there; for there is no reason why here rather than there, why now rather than then. Who has put me here? By whose order and direction have this place and time been allotted to me?—

People are never perfect, but love can be.
It’s only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth — and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up — that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.
"—you’re all I’ll ever need just like you are, you look like you could use these open arms with these broken arms, well I’ll try and hold you all together you spun the wheels, on this rusty heart, & I’ll never be the same we were no accident you and i, though sometimes we won’t survive the crash I’ll be your ambulance, I’ll let you sleep right here inside of me let it leave a scar when it heals, so we can remember what not to do it’s those natural tattoos that I love, drawn over every inch of you It’s our only map, it’s all we’ll ever have to offer and all I am is for you, until I’m tied down to my coffin I’m not that good with words, I’ll try my hardest anyways and they get caught, in my throat no matter how loud I scream them outgrow old with me, I can’t seem to say it any more convincinglyand God, that scares me.”

"—you’re all I’ll ever need just like you are,
you look like you could use these open arms 
with these broken arms,
well I’ll try and hold you all together 
you spun the wheels, on this rusty heart,
& I’ll never be the same 

we were no accident you and i,
though sometimes we won’t survive the crash 

I’ll be your ambulance,
I’ll let you sleep right here inside of me 
let it leave a scar when it heals, so we can remember what not to do 

it’s those natural tattoos that I love, drawn over every inch of you 
It’s our only map, it’s all we’ll ever have to offer 
and all I am is for you, until I’m tied down to my coffin 
I’m not that good with words, I’ll try my hardest anyways 
and they get caught, in my throat no matter how loud I scream them out
grow old with me, I can’t seem to say it any more convincingly
and God, that scares me.”

Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.

Excerpt from “Eleven Minutes” by Paulo Coelho

Really important meetings are planned by the souls long before the bodies see each other.
Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes direction.
Everyone knows how to love, because we are all born with that gift. Some people have a natural talent for it, but the majority of us have to re-learn, to remember how to love, and everyone, without exception, needs to burn on the bonfire of past emotions, to relive certain joys and griefs, certain ups and downs, until they can see the connecting thread that exists behind each new encounter; because there is a connecting thread.

"Then you tell meYou say that love goes anywhereIn your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there—”

"Then you tell me
You say that love goes anywhere
In your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there—”

It’s funny, you work so hard, you do everything you can to get away from a place, and when you finally get your chance to leave, you find a reason to stay.

—And when the music stops, all we have are words merely so listen up, they’re not taking you seriously. They don’t respect you, it might be your managing style. If they neglect you, you might try not being kind. When no one likes you, it’s time to start docking their pay. What if they hurt you, you might try filing a complaint. But remember sticks and stones, and stick those stones where you can use em again, make em bruise when you send that they’ll lose in the end, when they feel your revenge. But right now’s the time, and it’s got to be drastic. Trying to hold it all together with prayer and some plastic ties, no matter what the size. I try and try, and die. A little death every time I close my eyes, and resurrect and pass right by. Another day, another chance another window, but they’re not taking you seriously though. We’re downsizing your accounts. We’re all hoping things will bounce. We got to do what’s right for the economy. We have to let you go, because we have no more money. They’re not taking you seriously. You’re oblivious and can’t feel shame. It must be how you carry yourself. You’re the only one to blame.
So listen up.


And when I’ve stopped believing.

I hope you’ll pick up all these pieces that I’m leaving.
Because you don’t want me if I’m cutting all these corners.
I’ve been cutting all these corners.
These corners.”

You are free and that is why you are lost.

Excerpt from Stanley Kubrick: Interviews

The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at something as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism – and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But, if he’s reasonably strong – and lucky – he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life’s elan. Both because of and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death – however mutable man may be able to make them – our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

"—so it’s there that you’ll find me.Until again I forget,and again he reminds me,"Hear my voice in your head,and think of me kindly.”Let me be.”

"—so it’s there that you’ll find me.
Until again I forget,
and again he reminds me,
"Hear my voice in your head,
and think of me kindly.”

Let me be.

I’ll keep my ear to the earth
I’ll keep my head to the ground
I’ll keep my hands from shaking
I’ll keep listening for the sound
I’ll keep my eyes to the sea
I’ll keep these words in my heart
I’ll keep your name on my lips
Until it tears me apart.

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.