"I’m writing a novella that I’m hoping to get published."
"What’s it about?"
"It’s about these two kids from Seattle, who sneak out of the house early in the morning and take a 5 AM bus to Portland."
"What happens after that?"
"I don’t know. But that’s kind of the point."
Maybe we choose to stay in a constant state of ignorance as a protective instinct — maybe I was just in denial. I just don’t get how you can be completely in love with someone one day, and then all of a sudden you just aren’t. I will never forget that day…the day where I became numb.
If there’s more that you can do, then do it. If there’s not more that you can do, then be content with what you’re doing. But if there is despair, the despair can only be that you can do more. Because when you’re doing as much as you can do, you will not feel despair. Because despair is the gap between what you could be doing and what you are doing.