To practice seeing and believing in myself in a loving light is pivotal, and ultimately enjoyable.

Just because I (we) ethically refuse certain versions of the future does not mean others will materially pursue it less.

A break-up feels unique when it is fresh, and more universal in hindsight.

My mother does not have to be my role model; disagreeing with her not mean denying her.

Singleness is no tragedy or drama, but seems difficult to reason as something more desirable than a good relationship.

The sun and fresh air and moving my body can do wonders!

Be patient with interpersonal depth.

Persistent cynicism — even as an act to assert moral goodness — tarnishes the soul.

No feeling is permanent.

Romance feels tortuous, unequal, and perfect when imagined in the abstract.

As one human, I can only walk in one direction at one time.