I want to share my heart; will you tell me your dreams? Can I hear your deepest fears and your strongest wishes? Will you tell me very honestly what you think of me, of our government, of nature, of life, of the taste of coffee? Will you recite to me the poetry of your heart? Will you tell me all of the silly things you think about during the day, and tell me who has been getting on your nerves lately? Will you weave me into your life little by little, until I can no longer tell that I wasn’t originally a part of it?
“There are so many stupid things that steal that purpose from us. The stupid things that you believe a lie that we‘re not as important as we really are. That our life isn’t as important as it really is. It’s important to the people that you love, it’s important to the people that you will love in the future, it’s important to the world around you and it’s so important that you fulfill the purpose that only you can fulfill the way that you can fulfill that.”