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Sometimes I feel like if I would apologize less and protest more I would be better off somehow. I then realize that the problem is not how often we do it, but how we do it, and when we do it.

Day/Page/Sketch #302

I remember when I went once to a fortune teller. She told me a lot of awful things. I got so upset that I told her she was absolutely wrong. She’s out of business now. From that moment on I started creating my own answers.

Day/Page/Sketch #301

Our birthday is our own personal New Year’s Day. The sun rises up just for you. Look ahead with your heart not just your eyes, or your hands, or your pockets. No need to be a dictatorial glutton, just don’t waste the chance to be the happiest for yourself. It’s not about others, or about things.

Day/Page/Sketch #300

There are always going to be those who cannot stand you. They think the worst of you. You become so irritating to them. It doesn’t matter what you do.

Day/Page/Sketch #299

I’m more inclined to strive towards a quiet hand, a gentle tongue, and a strong heart, rather than a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart. But sometimes that doesn’t happen.

Day/Page/Sketch #298

Day after day worried about having a career, increasing your market value, growing older, wasting time. And then, in the end, does it matter how you lived? It seems like in the end, when the only thing left is regret, everyone seeks forgiveness for a life lived in worry.

Day/Page/Sketch #297

I feel lucky that I’m still able to sleep in my childhood bedroom when I go visit my parents. At first it feels like I’ve been around the block and everything about it seems small. But then I get overwhelmed by a sense of belonging and closeness.

Day/Page/Sketch #296

I’ve acted conceitedly in numerous times, and I always have a guilty feeling right after. I’m not sure exactly what part of the whole process is detrimental, and which one is not.

Day/Page/Sketch #295

I grew up not seeing any food served during funerals, but now I think serving some tea and light refreshments to positively pique emotions during such sorrowful times is a great idea.

Day/Page/Sketch #294

I find burial traditions very interesting. Rites are as important to end things as they are to start them.

Day/Page/Sketch #293

“Where I live, everything is very small.” ― The Little Prince.

Day/Page/Sketch #292

The older I get the more I think about illness and death.

Day/Page/Sketch #291

Sometimes I watch with a mix of horror and sour resentment how some of us display such an admirable opinion of ourselves in social media platforms. What are we trying to say? Is boasting our idea of inspiring? Is this an instinctual behavior?