Every morning I wake up with the news of bloodshed. I feel my body, desperate to know whether I'm still alive.
I am lucky that whatever fear I have inside me, my desire to win is always stronger.
Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream.
I love who I am, and I encourage other people to love and embrace who they are. But it definitely wasn't easy - it took me a while.
I love "Phenomenal Woman. " The experiences she had of being African American in the U. S. - that itself is a task. I appreciate the hardships Maya Angelou went through for our generation. I'm super influenced by the black people that paved the way for us.
I think I can improve a lot. I think I can get a lot better. I feel like there's much, much more I can do.
When you lose, you get up, you make it better, you TRY AGAIN.
I guess the reality is, everybody today has so many gadgets.
The goal of the 'liberals' - as it emerges from the record of the past decades - was to smuggle this country into welfare statism by means of single, concrete, specific measures, enlarging the power of the government a step at a time, never permitting these steps to be summed up into principles, never permitting their direction to be identified or the basic issue to be named. Thus, statism was to come, not by vote or by violence, but by slow rot - by a long process of evasion and epistemological corruption, leading to a fait accompli.
It's like being a newborn, this sudden sensory overload of noise, color, smells and gravity after months of quietly floating, encased in relative calm and isolation. No wonder babies cry in protest when they're born.
Yet is our deepest desire is truly to live and go on living, why do we blindly insist that death is the end? Why not at least try and explore the possibility that there may be a life after?