my tragedy is that i’m too smart.

i learn too fast.
i get out too right.

my tragedy is that i have no tragedy.

i get out too light.

I don’t really talk about my clothing line “QUOTES” Clothing on here. I should. The themes of each (life, art, inspiration) are too similar to not.

Every day short inspirational letters/blog posts are emailed every morning to all the subscribers. So I thought I’d treat you to seven of my favorite ones so far. And although I attribute the letters to the person who’s quote it was inspired by, all letters are written by me and are thus fictional. (Oh, and of course there’s clothing in all this.)

So let’s get started with the letters:

My dear,

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

They fish and fish, before realizing they are actually wood-smiths. They fish and fish, before realizing they are actually word-smiths…. They fish and fish before realizing that they do not want to fish. They learn too late that they’d rather follow their own hearts that fish.

My dear, replace fish with work and you’ll see what I speak of.

Truly yours,
Henry David Thoreau

My dear,

You know what I tell myself everytime I write?

Faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.

I sit on my chair, and force myself to write… and keep writing, until I get to that point where it’s no longer the fear of mortage payments that’s driving me, ’till it’s no longer the thoughts of long days with empty stomachs forcing my fingers to glide over that keyboard – but instead, the thrill of writing one letter after the other, one word after the next, one sentence after the former… until I write for writing in itself.

It’s comparable to riding down a one way dead-end steep highway on a bike with no brakes. At first all you can think about is your death in the more than likely head-busting collision that’s about to happen. But pretty soon you realize that the road is infinitely long and infinitely steep – all you’re doing is gaining speed, and there’s no end in sight. Heck, you can probably ride this thing now with no arms.

And that’s when the fun starts.

Truly yours,
Hunter Stockton Thompson

If you haven’t heard, I’m a dancer. In the literal sense, and in the sense of a dancer being someone who enjoys the movement of life in an artistic sort of way.

I never started dancing thinking I would learn any big life lessons (it was just something cool at the time). Yet here I am, writing about what dance taught me about life. Why?

Well, because dance and life are synonymous in a lot of ways. They both consist of movement and motion, of trying to grasp something beyond yourself (this can be spiritual, artistic, etc.- anything that makes you feel alive, outer-body, and lifted), and of enjoying yourself in the process of grasping that which is bigger than yourself.

And since there aren’t many bloggers out there who dance professionally and write about improving the self at the same time, I might as well do so since I find myself overqualified in both areas. So… let’s begin.

Did you notice?

Did you notice I haven’t blogged for 6+ months?

Although it might not be as apparent to you as it is to me, due to some pre-scheduled posts I had, I actually did.

Good news though, I’m back. And, dare I say it, better than ever.

But why did I leave? Why did I come back? Well, ladies and gentlemen, that’s what this post is about.

I’m a music lover. Scratch that, a music freak.

For example, my iTunes reads as so:

• 12506 songs
• 33.2 days of listening
• 69.73 GB of space

On top of that, they’re all properly organized by their corresponding albums, artist, genres, etc….