I suppose I learned organization from Altman.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street
In Flanders fields the poppies blow.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw.
The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
Act happy, feel happy, be happy, without a reason in the world. Then you can love, and do what you will.
Most people enter into relationships with an eye toward what they can get out of them, rather than what they can put into them. The purpose of a relationship is to decide what part of yourself you'd like to see "show up," not what part of another you can capture and hold. The purpose of a relationship is not to have another who might complete you; but to have another with whom you might share your completeness.
We live in a world, it's very hard for Americans to understand that every 20 seconds a kid dies, a kid under the age of five, right, dies somewhere on the Earth because of lack of access to clean water and sanitation. Every 20 seconds that happens on our planet. It's just very hard for us to relate to.
I don't care if I'm a fish, I still want a bicycle.