So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing or failing. There's only us, each moment shaping who we are, into what we will become.

We think of happiness as something we can take. But usually it comes from being content with what we have, and accepting ourselves.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?