I think the best moments in my career are the ones where I'm just completely surprised by something.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
The future isn't written in the stars. There are no guarantees. So claim your adulthood. Be intentional.