This is the part that I hate.

I'm full of shit, I talk shit, and I don't even give a shit.
This is my journey.

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

—Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist  (via theywantmoore)

(Source: avraham-chai, via thepoetspace)