Turandot, Act 1, “Non piangere Liù”
Brewing new ambitions for summer 2010.
Here’s to hoping they will work out. :)
373. Carry two handkerchiefs.
The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket is for her.
I have been thinking about handkerchiefs lately. Where did they go?!!
My dad is the only person I know that still carries them.
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Leo will always have a special place in me heart <3
Rachmaninoff—Prelude No. 2 in C# minor, Op. 3
Can never get enough Rach
There is always that possibility that somewhere out there exists something/someone better than what/whom I have right now.
Do I keep going?
Or, do I stop at some point?
Where do I stop? When do I stop looking for a better option?
When I was younger, I thought and believed what I had was the best for me.
But now I find myself mocking young ones who feel so sure of themselves and where they are. People my age and younger jumping into big commitments. What do they know? They’re too young to realize that there are bigger and better things out there.
Did I really know the best place and time to stop looking for a better thing then?
Did I make a mistake in letting go of the best thing I could have?
The stopping points that are to come—will they only be ghosts of what my younger self had to let go?
Will I ever have the same kind of self-assurance as I did?
Will happiness and contentment have the same level of saturation?
