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Where's your sense of misadventure?

If you're not happy with yourself, how can you even begin to figure out if another person makes you happy, annoyed, angry, sad and so on.

Misadventure was my primary compass and I followed it without caring if I pissed off one person or a whole bunch of people.

As long as you don't kill someone or seriously maim them, sure, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks as long as you have a good time.

It was as if I was automatically one of them because I smoked.

It was an impossible achievement but that didn't stop me from trying and having fun.

I'd developed an apology-is-much-better-than-asking-for-permission mentality.

My newfound motivation had me feeling confident in my ability and I headed to Mackay with a plan.

Looking back really does make you wonder, but the truth is it doesn't change a thing.

You know what's the worst? Having realistic, ordinary expectations taken out of your reach by seemingly unrealistic, extraordinary circumstances.

I didn't appreciate the moment as much as I should have while living it, but I can attribute that to my poor emotional state and hindsight.

It was a start, and a start is all anyone needs to put an end to something.

Besides the gifts, the only thing that gave the headstones colour were the memories family and friends had of the people they represented.

I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.

The purpose of water is to drink it but we swim in it for the fun of it.

Even freedom needs some rules to keep it from being complete chaos.

Nyree taught me not to trust anyone but Steve quickly corrected that lesson and taught me not to trust everyone.

He was the captain of the rugby team and he was built like a fucking gorilla. He had the personality of a fucking gorilla, too.