All of us every single year, we’re a different person. I don’t think we’re the same person all our lives.
I dream for a living.
What I lack in talent, I compensate with my willingness to grind it out. That’s the secret of my life.
‘Different’ and ‘new’ is relatively easy. Doing something that’s genuinely better is very hard.
When something exceeds your ability to understand how it works, it sort of becomes magical.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.