I find people who are rude usually feel powerless in their own lives. Terrified of not being in control.
Life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings and some endings become beginnings.
I thought being the fastest man alive would make my life easier, that I could outrun anything. Turns out, no one can outrun pain.
I painted this because I felt like the play was about life, you know? And life is full of color. And we each get to come along and we add our own color to the painting, you know? And even though it’s not very big, the painting, you sort of have to figure that it goes on forever, you know, in each direction. So, like, to infinity, you know? ‘Cause that’s kind of like life, right? And it’s really crazy, if you think about it, isn’t it, that a hundred years ago, some guy that I never met came to this country with a suitcase. He has a son, who has a son, who has me. So, at first, when I was painting, I was thinking, you know, maybe up here, that was that guy’s part of the painting and then, you know, down here, that’s my part of the painting. And then I started to think, well, what if we’re all in the painting, everywhere? And what if we’re in the painting before we’re born? What if we’re in it after we die? And these colors that we keep adding, what if they just keep getting added on top of one another, until eventually we’re not even different colors anymore? We’re just one thing. One painting. I mean, my dad is not with us anymore. He’s not alive, but he’s with us. He’s with me every day. It all just sort of fits somehow. And even if you don’t understand how yet, people will die in our lives, people that we love. In the future. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe years from now. I mean, it’s kind of beautiful, right, if you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting. I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no you or me or them. It’s just us.
Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.
Don’t let the moment pass. Don’t let the people you love walk by you without letting them know how you feel about them. Because life slips by and then it’s over.
We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is. We’re just fighting not to be alone.
Whatever happens, keep moving. Get through it. Choose to live. ‘Cause even on the worst day, there are people who love you. There’s new music waiting for you to hear, something you haven’t seen before that will blow your mind in the best way. Even on the worst day, life is a pretty spectacular thing.