I spilled my coffee on a Friday evening and slowly—my thoughts fell into place.
"We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me."
1Q84, Murakami
a dream is a soft place to land
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding. – John O'Donohue
Two people can look at the same thing—but not see the same thing.
Growth is relative.