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.