“I am beginning to fear that I would simply never get life right. Or perhaps that is the very hindrance of my success; thinking that there is a right way to get life.
Perhaps there is no magic formula? Maybe somedays we are the ocean, and other days we are the seaweed that washes ashore.
Or somedays we are perfect crystals that all combine to form the snow and other days we are the plants that as a result, cannot grow
Perhaps some days we are the sun and on others, we are the people it scorches down below.”