Be Present.

Remember when we were young and could not wait to be adults? It seemed like forever before we’d finally grow up and be on our own. Then before we know it we’re already 40 and our life’s more than half over! And the older we get, the faster the years race by. So we need to treasure and live every day to the fullest. Someone said today is a “gift,” that’s why it’s called the “present.” 

If you want to know the value of one year, just ask a student who failed a course. 

If you want to know the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby. 

If you want to know the value of one hour, ask the lovers waiting to meet. 

If you want to know the value of one minute, ask the person who just missed the bus. 

If you want to know the value of one second, ask the person who just escaped death in a car accident. 

And if you want to know the value of one-hundredth of a second, ask the athlete who won a silver medal in the Olympics.

So are you making your days count? Are you making the most of your life? What will you do with the life you have left?  “The success of our life is not measured by its duration, but by its donation.” It’s not how long you live that counts, it’s how well and wisely you live.

funkyfreshflavor:

pieceswritten:

"Blessed are the forgetful"

this film will always be one of my favorites… the conversation in the end, when they know it will all fall apart, but they are willing to go through the fucked up, piece of shit journey knowing it wouldn’t work because the ride was so fucking good. just gut-wrenching. #forgetmenot

funkyfreshflavor:

pieceswritten:

"Blessed are the forgetful"

this film will always be one of my favorites… the conversation in the end, when they know it will all fall apart, but they are willing to go through the fucked up, piece of shit journey knowing it wouldn’t work because the ride was so fucking good. just gut-wrenching. #forgetmenot

White tumblr can understand that wearing a short skirt and high heels doesn't mean you were asking for it, but they can't understand that sagging your pants and saying nigga doesn't mean you deserved to be killed.

"For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn’t write anything."
- Langston Hughes from his 1st autobiography “The Big Sea” (via justdoingwhatican)

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