Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .

There are a lot of memories we imagine. We play them over and over in our minds, trying to orchestrate our movements and words to perfection. Or maybe it's just that I've lived inside of my head more than any other person in the history of the world. Maybe none of us can really predict how we will act at any give moment. Maybe we're all at the mercy of circumstance in spite of our well-laid plans.

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.