Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

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

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

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.

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

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.